from the diary of Arne Seligson:
My thoughts are very clear today, very focused. It must have been the sleeping on the floor that did it. Every object in the room is worth looking at. I wonder how long it's been like this and I didn't know it. I must have been walking around here in a daze, I guess, or a trance. I guess those are the same. Nevertheless I still wonder. People tell me not to worry, but I don't let it get to them. They are the same, and I am different. And then the other time I was all about getting noticed on time to be. Shivering. Lots of days go by, and then I become into what. There aren't any, I couldn't mind. Even if I were to ask or try, not holding the bar would have been seen in a different light, like I might have been molded twice. In keeping with what they told me, I lucked into a bargain with the helpless ones. It was there I favored, no more plunking down onto the seat was arranged. I felt so alive. It was then I formed. Like baskets asleep in water money. Pulsating findings of the carry away, believe nothing too soon, I was. All then, and no one, we ever to speed princely through the town, it's night. It's favored, but all said, hunting me, I couldn't say, maybe I was deserving of there. Police warmed me, looked front and back, lids arranged and closed, humbled, crammed lengthwise into honeycombs. I please to befriend were taking to, all real play talking, all acting all as if feverish.