Why don't you ask to leave, then? Especially if they're making you eat things like cardboard. I get food delivered from Centro, they never make food like cardboard. And they write me notes. [...] It's been a while since I last ordered, I think. I have to call them.
But the words aren't important at all. It's the feeling and the point of them, they're nothing but bones for spirit to walk around in. You haven't learned yet. Poetry is precise because people make it so, not the poetry itself.
Stories are everywhere. They don't leave, not until they're told. I thought you'd know. I'm almost certain you're real all the time.
You ought to read everything. But people run out of time.