Edenic Memories During Jailhouse Enemas (redux)

1. His mother and father died when he was 15, and his first super-8 film was of chalk drawings in darkened spaces: where he imagines the poses and places where his people died.

2. On forms and applications he checks the box “Other Disability:”

He writes in the explanation box:

“I’m moderately misanthropic. I hate crowds, and the excessive inane conversation of mindless individuals. It’s an attitude-disorder.”

3. He tells the barista : “l’m a multidisciplinary artist, working at the intersection of physical texture, shadow, and sound.

My works explore what could have been, by tracing the physical gestures and material qualities of everyday things.”

4. He tells the patrolman he’s driving his inner child home after the stabbing.

He talks to other policeman all night long, without stop.

5. When they ask him why he did it he says:

“ I’ve got the KetoFuelDoctor1 tracking me down. He fills my junk mailbox daily! What are you trying to say, Doc? Do I look fat in these pants?

Well I am fat, doc! But I don’t want what you’re peddling.

What the hell is he peddling?

I’m not clicking on the links in his emails!

But I read the subject lines…”

What I’m Reading:

Whenever he thought he had finally mapped out his boundaries there was always the wilderness. The farther. The dregs of him. Black parts of which he was ashamed. There’s no returning from some places. Maybe that was the grand realization. You are the monstrous, the abominable. You are the beast beyond love.

— Sam Tallent / Running the Light