I am an expert in hookers. I'm an expert in doormats. I'm an expert in victims. They were the best parts. And when I woke up -- sociologically, politically, and creatively -- I could no longer take those parts and look in the mirror.
I was learning the importance of names -- having them, making them -- but at the same time I sensed the dangers. Recognition was followed by oblivion, a yawning maw whose victims disappeared without a trace.