"Tv’s on.
I hear the clang of game shows. I can hear their fucking hosts smiling at me.
The stairs fell down me today. My cat lost all its hair. I realized all the wood in my house is fake. I dug my fingernails under the varnish and pulled and pulled until it all came up, like a sheet of ice.
People are going nuts on the television because the bell rings and somebody says something right. It’s like the day of the dead, everybody’s dressed in skeletons and masks and jumping around screaming and wailing, eating marzipan and tamarind. Eisenstein’s having a field day. ¿Y usted?"
