This building, except for my apt, is completely kipple-ized. Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers or yesterday’s homeopape. When nobody’s around, kipple reproduces itself. For instance, if you go to bed leaving any kipple around your apt, when you wake up the next morning there’s twice as much of it. It always gets more and more. There’s the First Law of Kipple. Kipple drives out nonkipple. But no one can win against kipple, except temporarily and maybe in one spot, like in my apt I’ve sort of created a stasis btw the pressure of kipple and nonkipple, for the time being. But eventually I’ll die or go away, and then the kipple will again take over. It’s a universal principle operating thruout the universe; the entire universe is moving twd a final state of total, absolute kippleization.
In a way, he realized, I’m part of the form-destroying process of entropy. The Rosen Association creates and I unmake.
You and I, all the bounty hunters–we stand btw the Nexus-6 and mankind, a barrier which keeps the two distinct.
