- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
That’s what they tell me I am, when I arrive after incautiously saying: I don’t want to be famous to myself any more.
But surely everyone wants to be Marilyn Monroe at least? queried the one-man geopolitical wrecking crew as he
led me to the graphite garden where I am to learn to appreciate the clicking metallic rain of the endless luminous chain
of my ribs, then shake my empty fists at a non-existent god.