on command

I may only be able to check in with the novel once a week but I am going to do it.  Meanwhile I did see some performance art and the terrible thing is that while I liked much of it, what I remember is the end, when the man is sewing his skin and with the audience gathered around to watch, singing a song that marks my generation nostalgically, and still I am not whatever it takes to let go and be with people on command like that.

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