I woke up late from a
dream where i had learned 3
magic words (i think they were actually two, but my dreams
don't care about numbers) and a
ritual which would excuse me from fines for
overdue library books. The ritual involved frayed ribbons.
As i got dressed, i kept repeating the words, so i could write them down later. But when i got to my
destination, all i found in my head was
Laurie Anderson's
Language is a virus.