supernovice

Naturally I think about smashing the skulls and rib-cages of other customers. They stand in line so smug - like they were safe, outside the desires of or for another. It's as if, for them, there is no other's desire - as if desire was one thing, and it was ours... Restraining myself is not dishonest. It's a way of maintaining a keen sense of the unforeseeable injuries which shall reunite us.