This is what I think. That there is no theory to explain the human condition. And we are conditioned, even our conditioning has been conditioned. (Name that tune.) And considering it is through language that we know anything at all, everything is arbitrary and unstable, and you can see this as well as I can. But my question is, why aren’t you bored? I always picture White Middle America when I form my literary theories. Reading Danielle Steele and Stephen King. At bus stops. With their six kids in tow. And they tell me, “That’s why I wear running shoes. So I can run faster than the little fuckers.” It’s people that make people go crazy. I’m just saying.