The wind and the fog, the wet fog envelops me. I am walking up Broadway in New York, near Columbia University. I watch jealously all the kids who did the right thing and got into the right schools and who are going to get laid, travel, and have a life.
All of a sudden i realize; “I can have that life!” It hits me. I need to become someone else. To take over that other person’s body – to “become” the other. That is what i need to do. I need to destroy self and become the other. This is easier said than done. It is the realm of fiction – but i assure myself that i can do it. Where there is a will, there is a way.