We go to Ikea and get lost. We follow the arrows. I threaten to pull fire alarms. I threaten to scream and when the blonde tries to cut me off in the parking lot I do scream. I mumble FUCK and CUNT. I mumble UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE, THESE FUCKING PEOPLE. You say STAY CALM LIKE BRUSH, you say THE ARROWS ARE A ROADMAP HOME. And later, when we’re building another bookshelf I imagine myself as a competitor in the Billy Bookshelf Building Bonanza. I say I’VE BUILT THIS BOOKSHELF A HUNDRED TIMES. I say NAVIGATION IS FOR THE WEAK.
