I'll Go Fast, I Said. You'll See.

Rachel stumbled off the curb, and as she tried to wake up to get out of the street before a bad thing happened. She noticed a white disposable mask dangling from her hand with lipstick all over the inside. Alan and Kevin decided that if you forced any group of traumatized war-bred intellectuals to choose between suicide and meaning, French ones especially, they would invent a philosophy about modern life. That we are together in this moment, and that's all there actually is. As they talked, some pencil-pushing clerk in the lobby of my brain told me to nod and smile and peace settled down upon the midnight.