| "My own capacity for devotion focused hypothetically on certain men I saw walking the streets of the city: strong-looking men who didn't aspire to conventional fame or happiness, who cleaved the air with definitive thoughtlessness. I looked as unobtrusively as possible at punks in black army boots.... I know my interests were unrealistic, and probably unhealthy. But they obdurately remained--they were the geography of my desire." |
