06/22/2004 - 12:05 am
A girl at a small hip-hop show told me about reading Behold a Pale Horse and how she learned that humans once had the capability to register something like 52 emotions and now, having become accustomed to urban living conditions, Americans are generally able to register only 8. I don't know how true this is but as I drove home I popped bubble-wrap and it was so primitively satisfying, I thought of her and felt as if I was registering a ninth emotion; perhaps a more pure strain of satisfaction. She admires the beats, mainly Jack, she tells me and I worry she's going to end up dead in her mother's arms in a skeevy part of Massachusetts like the king of the Beats himself.