But i still fervently wish that there was some communion, some spiritual home for all the lost souls with something in common, that there was some way to reveal myself, announce myself as one of them, because such a thing is rarely possible. To be an individual you must run that risk, of being mistaken for a normal, like when i was in the record shop and going to buy Fugazi LPs, and across the way flipping through CDs is a lanky boy with short haircut and Dead Kennedys T-shirt, big boots. And, really, nothing can be done! I can't simply saunter over to him, grin, and flash my union card! There is absolutely no communication in the air between us, and to look at me he probably thought i was looking to but the latest fake indie rip-off band. No chance to reveal yourself.
We are all just nameless souls stalking through streets on our own, ghostly individuals lonesome in the massed crowds of busy streets, no matter what our things in common, our specific dreads and hopes and fears... It all becomes elliminated in the humbled mess of confusion when we meet, and we cast our eyes downward, afraid to speak, and move on...