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Capitalism! It was important to hate it, even though it was how you got money. Slowly, slowly, she found herself moving toward a position so philosophical even Jesus couldn’t have held it: that she must hate capitalism while at the same time loving film montages set in department stores.
It was a mistake to believe that other people were not living as deeply as you were. Besides, you were not even living that deeply.
Every day their attention must turn, like the shine on a school of fish, all at once, toward a new person to hate.
(There were only two questions at three in the morning, and they were Am I dying and Does anybody really love me.)
When she was away from it, it was not just like being away from a body, but a warm body that wanted her. The way, when she was gone from it, she thought so longingly of My information. Oh, my answers. Oh, my everything I never knew I needed to know.
On a slow news day, we hung suspended from meathooks, dangling over the abyss. On a fast news day, it was like we had swallowed all of NASCAR and were about to crash into the wall. Either way, it felt like something a dude named Randy was in charge of.
