New to this

I've never done this. Writing letters in public (is that what this is?).
But I try to see things from other people's eyes, and I like to hit enter inadvertently.
Both fail.
Have you ever read Splay Anthem and thought if only I'd been there, listening to the same jazz, chanting the same Andoumboulou songs? But you never could. That's how I feel right now.
I can't be in the same place as you. I can't be in the same place as me.
The Yankees swept the Orioles tonight. Yes.
I have to miss out on the Toronto Film Festival, meaning I have to wait an absurd amount of time before getting to watch my favorite filmmaker's newest films. Yes.

The necessity of life, the consequence of dreams. Someone wrote that a while ago. It's awful how second nature referencing (stealing, appropriating, neither good nor bad obviously) has become, always been, always will be, and not really awful at all.

Everybody has legs. Legs are important. We never really converse about legs, but they are there, moving us along, unable to express their hatred, or appreciation, at never really being talked about. "Wow her legs are so sexy" doesn't really cut to the core of what I'm getting at here. Though I'm not really getting at anything. That would require legs. And we don't talk about those.

Thinking the difference. Indeed, unavoidable, the beautiful result of being. Difference between what? Who said You are the Other? I know who. Difference between skin and blood, or alcohol, a little turtle waddling across pavement while the sun beats unmercifully down. Son, you can tell me many things about difference. Soon. As in space. Abraham and Isaac. Murder, desire to. Did we differentiate difference? The difference of difference, split down the middle. Right now. Wasn't she referring to gender? Me too. You there.

Blind man needs no shave!
Sign language confuses me/not for the reasons you might think.
I have a big television, and I love watching it.

You have to tell me when to stop. Or that I should have never started.