I am a loaf of bread. sweetness lies in more
infinity than information pamphlets and happiness
is a warm gun. my love told me that my sadness
for the world held a wide-born pretension. I am
pretentious. I am sad for what is not necessarily
sad; it reminded me of an old zen poem: One day
Chuang Tzu and a friend were walking by a river.
"Look at the fish swimming about," said Chuang Tzu,
"They are really enjoying themselves." "You are not
a fish," replied the friend, "So you can't truly know
that they are enjoying themselves." "You are not me,"
said Chuang Tzu. "So how do you know that I do not
know that the fish are enjoying themselves?"