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Most People Would Trade Everything They Know, Everyone They Know- They'd Trade It All To Know They've Been Seen, And Acknowledged, That They Might Even Be Remembered. We All Know We Die. We All Know The World Is Too Big For Us To Be Significant. So All We Have Is The Hope Of Being Seen, Or Heard, Even For A Moment.

It Was Just An Idea I Had, That It Could Be Cool To Have A Book Covered In Fake Fur.

This Boy Thinks I Am Not Of His Species, That I Am Some Other Kind Of Creature, One That Can Be Crushed Under The Weight Of A Phone Book. The Pain Is Not Great, But The Symbolism Is Disagreeable.

Because I Grew Up With This Naive Expectation Of People Doing Right, I Get Shocked By Every Little Violation.

In Hospitals I Feel Palpable Comfort. I Feel The Competence, The Expertise, So Much Education And Money, All Of The Supplies Sterile, Everything Packaged, Sealed Tight. My Fears Evaporate When The Automatic Doors Shush Open.