Thursday, March 6, 2025


WALLACE SHAWN
The Designated Mourner

She said something like, “I don’t understand your relationship to society. I don’t understand your relationship to the world.”

“You know what?” I said snippily. “I don’t understand my relationship to my own ass. I was standing naked in the bathroom and I saw my ass in the mirror and I said, ‘What is that? What is that? And what does it have to do with me?’”



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