Every conversation founds an organization,
ambiguously for and not for profit. That's not
the nomenclature because the money is not the
object of conversation in general. The talk is
the object. The words are the subjects. The
subjects are the people and their lives. Each
passing sentence passes by judgment, moving
beyond simple guilt into the deeper silt, wilting
the false flowers, stalking the sun's powers. Go
on, find the shade until the moon rises on your
back-and-forthcoming. Interrupt. Listen. Hear.
Become a true member of this organization, no
matter how many people are part. Funded by
your attention and a little bit of tension, the
organization of conversation is far sweeter than
more complicated imaginaries of civilization.