“my own mind is a tenement. some elevators work. there are orange peels and muggings in the halls. squatters and double locks on some floors, a few flowered window boxes, half-dressed bachelors cooling on the outside fire steps; plaster falls.”
“i was like joan of arc, or hamlet, but born into the wrong life—the life of a nobody, a waif, invisible. there’s no better way to say it: i was not myself back then. i was someone else. i was eileen.”
“the game doesn’t change the way you sleep or wash your face or chew your food. it changes nothing but your life.”
“no one knows themselves. who are you? you don’t know. then you come to the zone of interest, and it tells you who you are.”
we’re going to the movies. and also not.
“a policeman was a policeman. it was always best to ignore them unless they bothered you.”