look for a room with soundproof walls,” or that described “an hour of silence in the crocodile house.” By myself, in my own apartment, I was devolving, the sole audience member in a blurred space where I’d become a movie-theater texter while the world erupted outside, without me....
That didn't bother me, but it bothered one of the other girls so much that he had't waited for the group to come together, that she quit altogether. When she left, she turned in a green index box which contained the names, addresses, and phone numbers of all of our members. I...