Monday

NEVER WRECK
YOUR CAR IN FRONT OF
AN ART SCHOOL

Tuesday

I start thinking weird thoughts on the subway. I am standing there crammed in with so many silent strangers. Everybody scans the entire car looking for some empty space to let their gaze fall so that they do not make eye contact. I get paranoid. I start wondering whether some of these people can read my thoughts. That is why they are so silent, I think. They are all having conversations in their heads with each other. I shout things inside my head like, “If you can read my thoughts, give me some kind of sign.” Then I look around for the most intent looking ones. If anybody's face twitches when I pose the question, they are able to read my thoughts, and they are doing so right then.