I knew the beginning and the end – I just had to dream up a convincing middle. - Miranda July

We were anxious to begin our life as people who had no people. And it was easy to find an apartment because we had no standards; we were just amazed that it was *our* door, *our* rotting carpet, *our* cockroach infestation... We were excited about getting jobs; we hardly went anywhere without filling out an application. But once we were hired — as furniture sanders — we could hardly believe this was really what people did all day. Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone's job. Each line on the sidewalk, each saltine. Everyone had rotting carpet and a door to pay for. Aghast, we quit. There had to be a more dignified way to live. We needed time to consider ourselves, to come up with a theory about who we were and to set it to music.

If I could quietly kill her without anyone knowing, I would.

All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life - where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.