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2003-04-16 - 11:46 p.m.
This is something I call:
Conversations with Freaks
"Everything is a church, I'm convinced of it," she said reluctantly. "Even the pigeons are churches. Fat, greedy, churches, but churches none the less," and she twisted her hat around in her hands, regarding the nearest church as it pecked at a hot dog bun. "It makes it hard to be an atheist with all the churches waiting for you to feed them, they count on it, you know." A mottled and grungy church alighted on the bench next to her and let out a warbly coo.
"But you can be an atheist and still go into a church," I said.
" I make it a habit not to go into anything," she replied.
"Not even the subway?"
"Especially not the subway, it's full of all the ghosts of churches, it's hard to breathe."
"What about god?"
She snorts, "God doesn't come to churches, that's preposterous. You can only find god at the grocery store."
"Are grocery stores churches?"
"Not in the biblical sense."
"Why would god be in the grocery store if grocery stores aren't churches?"
"If someone built a shrine to you, would you spend all your time there? It's rhetorical. Signs of reverance are empty, that's just how it is."
"Pigeons are a sign of reverance?"
"I don't make the rules," she said.