Disintegration---i'm Taking It In Stride.

I Stare Into A Thin, Web-like Crack Above The Urinal's Handle And Think To Myself That If I Were To Disappear Into That Crack, Say Somehow Miniaturize And Slip Into It, The Odds Are Good That No One Would Notice I Was Gone. No... One... Would... Care. In Fact Some, If They Noticed My Absence, Might Feel An Odd, Indefinable Sense Of Relief. This Is True: The World Is Better Off With Some People Gone. Our Lives Are Not All Interconnected. That Theory Is Crock. Some People Truly Do Not Need To Be Here.

'do You Know What Ed Gein Said About Women?' [...] '"when I See A Pretty Girl Walking Down The Street I Think Two Things. One Part Of Me Wants To Take Her Out And Talk To Her And Be Real Nice And Sweet And Treat Her Right."' I Stop Finish My J&b In One Swallow. 'what Does The Other Part Of Him Think?' Hamlin Asks Tentatively. 'what Her Head Would Look Like On A Stick...'

I Think A Lot Of Snowflakes Are Alike...and I Think A Lot Of People Are Alike Too.

That's How I Became The Damaged Party Boy Who Wandered Through The Wreckage, Blood Streaming From His Nose, Asking Questions That Never Required Answers. That's How I Became The Boy Who Never Understood How Anything Worked. That's How I Became The Boy Who Wouldn't Save A Friend. That's How I Became The Boy Who Couldn't Love The Girl.

With "taipei" Tao Lin Becomes The Most Interesting Prose Stylist Of His Generation...