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By Samuel Delany
Boston Review
May 9th,

Editor’s Note: If you appreciate this work of experimental memoir, don’t miss our interview between Junot Díaz and its author, Samuel R. Delany.

I’m worried about my trip up to Modern York to go to a party.

I agonize that I am not traveling with a young assistant who is far more skillful at pushing the buttons on my iPhone (or laptop, if I hadn’t drowned the keyboard in coffee and defeated the damned thing even before I became that content using it) than I am. I worry about the latest Theory of Everything (this decade it’s ADD) which does such a good job of holding people in their various social tracks, so that someone who is dyslexic (like me) is also said to have “a form of ADD.” My friend Bob Woof tells me a third of the people who will be at the party own it too. Our mutual friend Eric says Bob is practically a hoarder, which makes it likely he has a touch of it himself. But despite both of those worries, I’m on the bus and headed north.

Bob has invited me to one of his Prime Timers parties on Sunday evening, March 5, He’s been