White Noise

In the dark the mind runs on like a devouring machine, the only thing awake in the universe.

When TV didn't fill them with rage, it scared them half to death.

I feel sad for people and the queer part we play in our own disasters.

I was living, in short, on the edge of a landscape of vast shame.

I am the false character that follows the name around.

She said I made virtues of her flaws because it was my nature to shelter loved ones from the truth.

Why do these possessions carry such sorrowful weight? There is a darkness attached to them, a foreboding. They make me wary not of personal failure and defeat but of something more general, something large in scope and content.

Maybe there is no death as we know it. Just documents changing hands.

"How do you know so much?" Babette said.

"I'm from New York."

She said I made virtues of her flaws because it was my nature to shelter loved ones from the truth.