I don't just like them, they're
integral to who we are. Who we were. Let me
look this up. Your desire, that only
your animal friends will ever know, is not
such a bad idea. Your ideas's not so bad either. Anyone
who drives this bus today changes their name. Anyone who
loves you. The thing itself
sometimes itches. The thing, now that I'm the same size
as almost everyone else, is not architectural. Yes, this
terrifies me. The icon moving on the map which is now,
temporarily,
me. Yet another name
when you're alone. Exclamation point and the light is dim.
Some erasure is inevitable.
