They think with me it’s like some movie, like it’s some life-changing script for the benefit of, of, of the audience…. Maybe they think they’re my audience and maybe I don’t know.

But shut your mouth, John. Stop looking at me like that, Jane! Because well hey there, the theatre lights just flickered, came back on, out, on, out, on and on and on and each time is another end but maybe you would call it a beginning. All I know’s that in the blink of an eye there’s a thousand little suicides. And I’d like to spit in this cat’s eye.

Go ahead and call it poetic, dramatic, unsettling, go ahead. I dare you. Just remember that you can also choose truth in this game, and that’s when you’ll know that I’m not anyone’s character and if this is a movie then we’ve hit the credits, rolling on and on, trying to give meaning to the scene, trying to name each and every…on and on until finally turned off. —I am fine. Please stop asking.