She said it's like there's this sticky black film that covers everything & **am's ears perked up. He loved the way she sat on her hands but didn't bother to cross her legs. Her hands were calloused from carrying loads of bricks. "Brick by brick," the President had told them, "we will rebuild our nation." "They tell us," she said meaning the television, "that we're all equally as filthy. But it doesn't seem like we were always." A**m argued that the soap we use now is substandard & that's why no one ever gets clean. They talked abt the dark spaces that you never get out of & how knowing makes you even more alone. "Two. Twooo. TWOOOO..." Ad** exclaimed suddenly. "What do you think?" He was having money issues & had taken to trying out diff. neuroses. "The way we're always in each other's way," *v* continued. "but not even conscious of it. Like we're programmed to irritate the fuck out of each other." "TWO!" **am blurted out. But it was too late. They were already looking at one another suspiciously & thinking, "Maybe you're just as filthy as the rest." Luckily, the moment ended when the robots came. It was time to talk abt Race. They both knew from experience that the robots would not go away until they had spent exactly one hour feigning concern over the various ethnic issues that were believed to plague them. So, for the next 60 minutes, their dialogue was replaced by performance.
