I Could See My Face, Crying, In

We Americans Are Interested Only In The Consumption Of Our Products. We Have No Interest In How They Are Produced, Or What Happens To Them Once We Discard Them, Once We Throw Them Away.

I Was Someone Who Really Loved Fantasy Novels And Science Fiction Novels.

I Don't Know When They First Had Feeds. Like Maybe, Fifty Or A Hundred Years Ago. Before That, They Had To Use Their Hands And Their Eyes. Computers Were All Outside The Body. They Carried Them Around Outside Of Them, In Their Hands, Like If You Carried Your Lungs In A Briefcase And Opened It To Breathe.

I Wanted To Say Something To Cheer Her Up. I Had A Feeling That Cheering Her Up Might Be A Lot Of Work. I Was Thinking Of How Sometimes, Trying To Say The Right Thing To People, It’s Like Some Kind Of Brain Surgery, And You Have To Tweak Exactly The Right Part Of The Lobe. Except With Talking, It’s More Like Brain Surgery With Old, Rusted Skewers And Things, Maybe Like Those Things You Use To Eat Lobster, But Brown. And You Have To Get Exactly The Right Place, And You’re Touching Around In The Brain But The Patient, She Keeps Jumping And Saying, “ow.

A Lot Of The Drive To Make Narratives Came From Having To Play By Myself As A 5- Or 6-year-old In The Woods.