hours, flipping around windows, reading incomprehnsible to most of the
planet text, and stuff like that. On busy Market St, zillions of
people are walking around, past me, toward me, away from me. They have
as much dimensionality as paper cut-outs. For some time, the world
will be as present and real to me as something on TV. For just awhile,
I might actually be functionally autistic.
\t : iPhone->you