Blank Arcade

All the kids were meant to interview adults 
and the adults would interview the kids 
in return 
for this community project for the Arts Center. 
I don't know if they got the idea from a TED talk 
or it was something they originally wanted 
but either way, a neat idea. 

At that point, I think my generation was 
mostly living between being stiffly jaded and 
not betraying any nervous thought 
coiled in their skull caves. 

So that adults and kids were having conversations 
or anything like them felt just the least bit special.
I'd been in a lot of these people's homes since working 
in them and I'd always had social problems with 
my own friends (especially since dropping out early 
in tenth grade, working in a few stores around Carmel 
and Patterson, then a factory, then college, briefly, 
plus moving to Nevada, moving to Illinois, moving 
back to new York, and for a solid five or six years 
not hearing any questions regarding what I thought 
was interesting) and to hear these kids just talking 
about trying to people was nice.

Like you could hear things receding.
Like you could hear things receding. 




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