Listen! I will be honest with you;
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes;
These are the days that must happen to you.
Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road”
Please don’t tell anyone this, but I want to be happy. I didn’t think that I did. I made a promise such a long time ago that I was going to take in experiences: all of them. So I could tell other people about them and maybe save them, but it gets so tiring trying to take in all the experiences for everybody: letting anyone say anything to me. Then I came here. And you’ve got the fruit in the bowl, and the fridge with the stuff, and the robe and you’re touching me. I realize I’m not different; you know? I want what everyone wants. I want what they all want. I want all the things.
Girls, “One Man’s Trash”