Vierte amor en las heridas. - Jonathan Lethem

Tourette's is just one big lifetime of tag, really. The world (or my brain — -same thing) appoints me it, again and again. So I tag back. Can it do otherwise? If you've ever been it you know the answer.

I’d forgotten my identity as the world’s most pathetic superhero, become a Californian instead.

Destroy the traces. I’d never tried to do that. Instead I’d lived in their midst for thirty years, oblivious, a blind man fancying himself invisible.