I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?

I've forgotten who I had lunch with earlier, and even more important, where.

I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No... one... would... care. In fact some, if they noticed my absence, might feel an odd, indefinable sense of relief. This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?

With "Taipei" Tao Lin becomes the most interesting prose stylist of his generation...

But this road doesn't go anywhere,” I told him. “That doesn't matter.” “What does?” I asked, after a little while. “Just that we're on it, dude,” he said.

I am gripped by an existential panic.