The fly on the wall knew about the thumbtack. The fly was keeping its eye on you, helping you keep your shit together, and when you started to lose it, the fly started to speak: Benny is leaning over the page, but he isn’t reading. He is making his mind go blank so the words can’t enter. Benny doesn’t trust books anymore, because books are not trustworthy. Books are always watching you, trying to read your mind. They make you do things, even things you shouldn’t do. They write bad things into your life, and then they go and blab and tell everyone about it.
