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1 " I see sad crushed plasticeverywhere and putsome thoughts composedof words that do notbelong togethertogether and feela little digital hope. "
― Matthew Zapruder , Come on All You Ghosts
2 " Today in El Paso all the planes are asleep on the runway. The world is in a delay. All the political consultants drinking whiskey keep their heads down, lifting them only to look at the beautiful scarred waitress who wears typewriter keys as a necklace. They jinglewhen she brings them drinks. Outside the giant plate glass windows the planes are completely covered in snow, it piles up on the wings.I feel like a mountain of cell phone chargers. Each of the various faiths of our various fathers keeps us only partly protected. I don’twant to talk on the phone to an angel. At night before I go to sleep I am already dreaming. Of coffee, of ancient generals, of the facesof statues each of which has the eternal expression of one of my feelings. I examine my feelings without feeling anything. I ride my blue bike on the edge of the desert. I am president of this glass of water. "