So you would like me to tell you, to tell you, why I love this
city? I will answer from this, this place where my shadow. I
go into a store and nothing happens. I borrow a book and
nothing happens. I buy food, nothing. I run, nothing. I
make words nothing. My jaw nothing. My gut nothing.
Nothing is good. I weigh the same. My nose is the same.
My skin. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing is good. Nothing
happens here. I say good. Good as nothing. Monday
nothing. Thursday nothing. Under my armpit nothing. I
welcome nothing. I know when, and here nothing. There,
that is why, that is to say nothing for the most part.