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blues. I see through them all.
    John is mostly concerned with appearances. In this way we’re alike.
    In this way we’re destructive.
    We have only ever believed in appearances. Even now.
    You have only ever believed in appearances.
    A white dwarf cannot exceed a certain mass. I reach a limit that my pressure can’t sustain.
    You want me to be better.
    John wants me to be better.
    John doesn’t want me to be better. John doesn’t want to be better.
    John doesn’t want me.
    Is that true?
    Let’s stop. We’re circling each other.
    I feel that the sun is rising. I have made more coffee. It burns in the gut, in the kitchen.
    I move from the couch. I am little but a shadow
    I feel that everything is a matter of because, because John and I talk on the phone but it is mostly trying to understand.
    Now we’re eating ourselves and the star chart moves and everything seems to be curving around what I want, but I can’t find my way to it.
    The main-sequence chart. Are we on the main sequence?
    We’re dim.
    I’m the center of the room.
    I’m fixed. I’m not fixed: I careen.
    I’ve been still for too long.
    What was I thinking?
    I was thinking about the scroll. But scrolls end in circles.
    Clothing tags. Toe tags. Taglines.
    All seems to move except for me, and yet I feel that I’m in motion. I vibrate against you.
    I’m spinning. I’m spinning. John, I’m spinning.
    I’m spinning. I’m spinning.
    I’m spinning. I collapse.
    There are binary companions we never see.
    Like black holes.
    When a body crosses the event horizon surrounding a black hole, it shifts to red.
    The body’s redshift is its infinite gravitational lensing.
    I walk down the street without feeling. I always move without feeling.
    It is something I will.
    So oblivion is a verb.
    Redshift.
    I think the pharmacist feels me. He anticipates my needs.
    Can I help you?
    No, you can’t. I’m here again. You’re in my periphery, so I see you.
    You see me. You look concerned.
    Are you sure I can’t help you?
    Actually, no.
    The modern value of the limit of white dwarfs was first published in a paper:
    “The Maximum Mass of Ideal White Dwarfs.”
    Can you explain that?
    I stand in the diet aisle. Hydroxycut. Lipozene. alli. EAC. Metabolife. Sensa. ReNew. Natrol.
    Zantrex-3. SlimQuick. QuickTrim. Mega-T. Slim FX. PhytoGeniX. Xenadrine. Dexatrim.
    Thermonex. NitroVarin. Stacker. Labrada. Irwin Naturals Triple-Tea Fat Burner Softgels.
    I stand at the counter. Christina Ricci. Nicole Richie. Portia de Rossi. Mary Kate and Ashley.
    That’ll be twenty.
    Mischa Barton. Victoria Beckham. Bethenny Frankel. Allegra Versace.
    Is that all?
    Kelly Clarkson. Lily Allen. Keira Knightley. Ginger Spice.
    Credit or debit.
    Lindsay Lohan. Lady Gaga. Fiona Apple. Isabelle Caro, who’s dead.
    Felicity Huffman. Calista Flockhart. Tara Reid.
    Karen Carpenter, who’s dead.
    Would you like a candy bar for a dollar?
    Fuck you.
    The Barbi Twins. Lara Flynn Boyle. Paula Abdul. Joan Rivers. Sharon Osbourne.
    The ladder is the ribs, the lines in the chest.
    The gap between the thighs.
    I want the rings around the eyes.
    Nobody ever talks about the giant black hole at the center of our galaxy, or the fact that most, if not all, galaxies orbit supermassive black holes.
    It is not good for casual conversation to talk about circling oblivion.
    Death.
    By death I don’t mean individual inevitable conclusion, but the death of any trace of any of this. Deep death, if you consider that death is a matter of time.
    The nature of a supermassive black hole is such that the density of its singularity is less than that of a smaller black hole. In some cases, it is no denser than water.
    This means that a body traveling toward the black hole center will not experience significant tidal force until very deep into the black hole.
    An observer would notice very little change. Once a body crosses the event horizon, it redshifts, but it never disappears.
    We stop in Savannah to see the moss on the