Marcel Duchamp and the Dadaistes believed in 'found art.' I got a spam this morning that I am tempted to claim as 'found literature,' though of what genre I cannot decide. Poetry? Fiction? Drama?
She spoke again. You cannot know. I need to sleep, but fear to dream.
So much left unanswered -- who is 'she'? What -- and why -- can I not know? Is the speaker of that last sentence the 'she' of the first (that is, are the second two sentences a report of what she spoke)?
And why afraid to dream? It is because those dreams would be haunted with the promise of the cheapest pharmaceutical values on the Internet? Or for some other reason?
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