Aperçus

Uma, picking up a notebook. The front cover: If you don’t kill yourself, you’re compromised. If you haven’t suicided long ago, you’re complicit. The world has only grown steadily more disgusting. We stink with it, the world. We reek with world. We’re rotting, with the great rotting of the world.

Your aperçus, Uma says. Your pensées. You must think what you’re doing is really worthwhile. That must be your motivation.

I just wanted to find things to do alone in a room, I say. Other than masturbate.

Don’t try and be funny, Uma says. Don’t try to pass it off as something else …