"above all else, i value the absurd. art that mocks the observer. i’m going to write a novel and burn the final page and publish it and people will say, ‘oh, it’s so brave, the way it just ends!’ and no one will realize that the beloved characters they’d been spending their lunch breaks and train-ride-commutes with have been murdered behind their backs, ending in some atrocious cliche of a final paragraph. you see how it’s possible to write in the past-future tense? has it happened or is it yet to happen? you see, every thing has happened every time in every place. it’s just that we’re waiting for paper trains that run by central standard paper clock time, and we think it’s fixed and flat. that train you’re on may as well be a hoagie, and you probably never existed in the first place. it’s obvious, but sometimes it’s worth saying out loud."

This is great. S is for space: tell me a joke.