dummy

there—a sort of divine/semi-divine thing,

incorruptible; the corruptible down-river

there/not there where Ulysses hides.

Ulysses, counterpart to the real. He stands

at the river and prepares to swim. And the

river, it is prepared to become steam.

Because, all around (them) the crowd is

yelling, Fusion. And they are saying, Play

here. Or they are saying, Leave us. But the

Atman, he isn’t decided by what they say.

He is decided by what he thinks. He is, right

now, thinking of someone he is willing to

die for. And he isn’t that person. He is

thinking that you probably aren’t either.

And neither is Ulysses, that scoundrel.

your remote control extended, wax-on wax-

off, if you can break X number of boards

with your bare hands or open a beer-bottle

with your teeth, you win a car. Now the

interview can begin. The interview steers

clear of your qualifications—what your vitae

taught you, or how you learned to be a

good, productive person. Instead, they will

want to know only when did you swallow the

nicotine? Or how old was the girl? And what

did you say that you did with her? All these

things were never so hot to you. Because

this is everything that you went for. This is

what you must lie down with, you must be

absolutely sure. And absolutely quiet.