“Where are you from?” She asked.
“I’m from nowhere, and guess where I’m going…”
In conversation, I hate to represent my side
If people didn’t have a side, they would be lost—
republican, democrat, atheist, believer
nobody knows who they are, especially agnostics
They just know which group they belong to.
Most of humanity hasn’t changed in the last 1000 years
There will be wars, and death, and debt, and inflation
and unqualified politicians who know the right people.
Everybody owes favors like little children who steal ice cream, from the ice cream man.
He plays his music
and they want more.
I always betray myself in the company of women
and I tell them
I fall under their spell.
I don’t find the affairs of people to be that interesting
but they insist, “tell us.”
And I go along with them
and they have contempt for me
“We made you one of us,” they say.
Which means they have contempt for themselves.
I kill time after work, in conversation
but nothing interesting is said
even though, everyone is trying
If we’re all the same, it’s okay
Each group has their own language
If you detest your interactions—
you are one of them.
They emphasize belonging, so nobody stands out
It’s the great trap, we can’t avoid
You can take a break in isolation
but when you get lonely
and come back
You are trapped.