People just... disappear," he says. "The Earth just opens up and swallows people," I say, some what sadly, checking my Rolex. "Eerie." Kimball yawns, stretching. "Really eerie." "Ominous." I nod my agreement. "It's just"- he sights, exasperated- "futile.

Do you wear a diaphragm everywhere you go?' I want to scream, but stop myself because the idea really excites me.

I had dreamed of something so different from what reality was now offering up, but that dream had been a blind man's vision. That dream was a miracle. The morning was fading. And I remembered yet again that I was a tourist here.

Disappear Here. The syringe fills with blood. You're a beautiful boy and that's all that matters. Wonder if he's for sale. People are afraid to merge. To merge.

I needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear.

I went to college in Vermont, and then stayed in the East Coast.

How could she ever understand that there isn't any way could be disappointed since I no longer find anything worth looking forward to?