Consider this sentence and what it’s doing: What this, in its totality, confirms about me in any given meta-contextual framework about/around me, and what that reveals about the string of someones hailing from a multiverse of elsewheres who each found it meaningful to co-construct a system of relations that presupposes me, presupposes you, presupposes that couple over there, presuppose themselves, even(?!), and—here’s the crux of it—presupposes David (Wojnarowicz), who I recall railing against pre-existing systems in a book of his audio recordings that somebody transcribed and published, that I read (but didn’t finish) over the summer, that then led me to discover, through others’ interpretations (and, sure, through my own, too), a man who also happened to have an acquired appetite for casual encounters, forming what I’ve come to perceive as our greatest common denominator (perhaps even greater than capital “a” art, which, I’ve been led to believe, channels authority from you—no longer somewhere: just. nowhere).