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This is kind of amazing because we’re playing hide and go seek but the person that’s hiding, it’s almost like that someone, the people trying to find them, that somehow invigorates it and makes it interesting. But if no one ever finds you then, if no one ever finds you then who cares? Or … no one could ever find me here and maybe it’s because I know where everything is, because I’ve been here before or just that somehow, somehow that someone is looking for me it somehow invigorates that search, but if no one were to ever find me, then, who cares? Within the confines of a house, but in the confines of a field it’s not okay. And playing hide n go seek gives everyone license to touch each other and to find each other in a sort of grandiose way. But what does it really mean to never find someone else, ever? What if no one ever found me again? In a way, is it a triumph that no one is going to find me because I know this house more than anyone else? I know this house, you could say. I can hear people shrieking above me but they’re not going to find me. Even if they did, they’ll fall asleep in the effort. If they did find me that would be delightful it would be so great — you found me! Down here in the basement, the boiler room, whatever the fuck room I’m in with my feet dirty, my fingers feeling the tip of the cigarette. No one’s ever going to find me. This is so stupid. Good night. Agh. Ach. I might as well fall asleep against this wall while everyone else finds each other. [blowing of smoke] [end]