I didn’t need anybody to teach me anything but they kept my eyes pried wide open. They played paranoia on the film projector and asked me over and over, “Wouldn’t you love to shut your eyes now? Wouldn’t you love to go blind?” And I think that I must have been going blind too. The truth is bright enough to introduce you to absolute blackness if you will let yourself believe it. All of those people trapped in the movie theatre who watched the first film of a train rushing towards them will tell you so. I’m watching that film now too. They’re making me watch it, but this train is racing away from me as fast as it can go.
There he is now, waving from the last compartment on the tracks. The boy with jet black hair saying good bye with a widow’s solemn face. He’s leaving until I make myself believe it.
