Rex is talking to himself again

You will hate this.

This is where I store scraps of conversations that I have with myself in New York City. Because I sorta hate myself, most of these conversations are about blogging. Most scenes take place in bars or beds.

I warned you.

Mattering

Rex: I secretly want someone to write the novel about this scene. I want someone to prove that all of this matters.
Krucoff: The book on the scene is already out there -- it's written on all the blogs and illustrated by Flickr.