Cement Girl

So I'm reading "Girlfriend in a Coma" by Douglas Coupland, and I'm almost done. On page 272 one friend begins to tell his group of friends these passages. I absolutely adore them and had to write them down somewhere. Read on:

"Well, now it's going to be as if you've died and were reincarnated but you stay inside your own body. For all of you. And in your new lives you'll have to live entirely for that one sensation- that of imminent truth. And you're going to have to holler for it, steal for it, beg for it- and you're never to stop asking questions about it twenty-four hours a day, the rest of your life.

"This is Plan B.

"Every day for the rest of your lives, all of your living moments are to be spent making others aware of this need-- the need to probe and drill and examine and locate the words that take us to beyond ourselves

"Scrape. Feel. Dig. Believe. Ask.

"Ask questions, no screech questions out loud- while kneeling in front of the electric doors of Safeway, demanding other citizens ask questions along with you- while chewing up old textbooks and spitting the words onto downtown sidewalks- outside the Planet Hollywood, outside the stock exchange, and outside the Gap.

"Grind questions onto the glass on photocopiers. Scrape challenges onto old auto parts and thrown them off of bridges so that future people digging in the mud will questions the world, too. Carve eyeballs into tire treads and onto shoe leathers so that your every trail speaks of thinking and questioning and awareness. Design molecules that crystallize into question marks. Make bar codes print out fables, not prices. You can't even throw away a piece of littler unless it has a question stamped on it-- a demand for people to reach a finer place."

There is more conversation and then on the next page:

"There is no other meaning. This is it."


thank YOU.