We Knew - But Didn't

My Country's Main Exports Are Stolen Cars And Sadness.

I Did Not Intend To Stay; I Had No Experience In The United States - I May Have Been Here Less Than 24 Hours - But I Knew I Would Never Get Inside There. And 'there' Not Being America Necessarily, But That Harmonious Mode Of Living That Some People Are Lucky Enough To Have In This Country.

We Apply The Language That Is Comforting And Comfortable And Familiar In Order To Grasp That Which Confuses And Scares Us. That Is The First Step Toward Cliché And Stereotype, As They're Comforting Devices. They Reduce The Confusing World To The Already Familiar. We're Always Smoothing Out The Bumps Of Actual Living To Turn It Into Narratable Life.

Memory Narrativises Itself.

I Am Just Like Everybody Else...because There Is Nobody Like Me In The Whole World.