Status Updates From Vain Art of the Fugue

Brilliant...one step one way, another another...an interrogation of reality.

The ticket-collector bent down to pick it up and then the narrator was forced to start again from the beginning, not quite as wittily as before, and actually the tortoise was asleep..

Do you think that speed turns you into some kind of royalty, just like that, as though the power of the engine rubbed off on you? Don't you realize how relative it all is, accelerated movement through space?

As you can see, madam, words are getting staler and staler--you can't do much with them at all... and the reason is that idiots have used them like so many wheelbarrows, you know what I mean? They've loaded them up with all kinds of idiotic confessions, with all these ideas, each more stupid than the last--and if not stupid, then certainly destructive--in short with what people call messages.

Very very odd and very very good.