by David Wojnarowicz---(Artspace Books, 1992)

The person I was just one year ago no longer exists; drifts spinning slowly into the other somewhere way back there. I'm a xerox of my former self. I can't abstract my own dying any longer. I am a stranger to others and to myself and I refuse to pretend that I am familiar or that I have history attached to my heels. I am glass, clear empty glass. I see the world spinning behind and through me. I see casualness and mundane effects of gesture made by constant populations. I look familiar but I am a complete being mistaken for my former selves. I am a stranger and I am moving. I am moving on two legs soon to be on all fours.---excerpt

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