...yet A Memory Cannot Be Trusted, For

My Disappointments Stand Up And Grow Ever Taller. They Will Not Be Lost To Me.

I'm So Used To Being Misunderstood.

But Some Natives--most Natives In The World--cannot Go Anywhere. They Are Too Poor. They Are Too Poor To Go Anywhere. They Are Too Poor To Escape The Reality Of Their Lives; And They Are Too Poor To Live Properly In The Place Where They Live, Which Is The Very Place You, The Tourist, Want To Go--so When The Natives See You, The Tourist, They Envy You, They Envy Your Ability To Leave Your Own Banality And Boredom, They Enjoy Your Ability To Turn Their Own Banality And Boredom Into A Source Of Pleasure For Yourself.

Once You Cease To Be A Master, Once You Throw Off Your Master's Yoke, You Are No Longer Human Rubbish, You Are A Human Being, And All The Things That Adds Up To. So, Too, With The Slaves. Once They Are No Longer Slaves, Once They Are Free, They Are No Longer Noble And Exalted; They Are Just Human Beings.

This Naming Of Things Is So Crucial To Possession - A Spiritual Padlock With The Key Thrown Irretrievably Away - That It Is A Murder, An Erasing, And It Is Not Surprising That When People Have Felt Themselves Prey To It (conquest), Among Their First Acts Of Liberation Is To Change Their Names.