when i was in college, i was briefly and traumatically courted by a gone-off-his-meds schizophrenic, who left me gifts (a box full of incense cones, a child's shoe, and long rants in the margins of a book [italo calvino's baron in the trees, i htink it was], a cassette tape with calculations read over schoenberg), which i would pour over, trying to ( Read more... )