The Monolithic View That Many

A Reader Should Encounter Themselves In A Novel, I Think.

Nyc Doesn't Have A Big Sign Saying "you Must Love Diversity And The Rights Of All People." And That's Not What Makes You Love Diversity In Nyc Or Anywhere. What Makes You Love Diversity Is Because You Live In It And You Experience It.

I Push Against The Tree And Run Away, Stumbling, The Unreal Night Playing With Me, Gravity Pulling From Below, Behind, Above, Making Me Fall. And I Run Through A World That Is Rotating, Conscious Of The Earth's Spin, Of Our Planet Twirling As It Careens Through Nothingness, Of The Stars Spiraling Above, Of The Uncertainty Of Everything, Even Ground, Even Sky. Mumtaz Never Calls Out, Although A Thousand And One Voices Scream In My Mind, Sing, Whisper, Taunt Me With Madness.

I Think The Beard Helps Offset - It's The Only Hairstyle I Can Really Pull Off. But I'm Often Clean-shaven. I Think, You Know, For Me, It's Not That Signifier. What's Interesting To Me Though Is Although The Beard Isn't A Signifier Of That To Me, Other People Very Often Think That It Is. And So People In America Might React Differently. The, You Know, Border Agents Might React Differently. The Guys At Airport Security Might React Differently.

It Is The Effect Of Scarcity; One’s Rules Of Propriety Make One Thirst For The Improper.