Virginia Woolf in Fragments

today i heard a british transcendetnalist speak her mind
to a homeless man in the San Francisco Public Library
the only thing i could gather is that her mind was a mess
she spoke in ridiculous fragments
the bum asked her who Virginia Woolf was
she said, "just a woman with words."
"Who the fuck is Mrs. Dalloway's problem?" the bum says
"oh nothing she's just alive, that's all." she said fragmentally

the bum talked about how the only things he read
were the bible, the koran and sometimes he'd read Camus
and yates and sartre, but he has only read No Exit once apparently
she said "oh you're an existentialist, then!" so excited
he said, "no, I just think Camus is a great story teller."
"it's a bit depressing don't you think?" she condescended
he said he didn't think so, not understanding what she meant

he asked if the black kid next to him knew what a "google" was
while the transcendentalist british reader and fragmentally cognitive woman
sat there and read and talked about "To The Lighthouse" like it was the bible
she spoke of God as an oppressive father figure, she would sternly demand
that she didn't need a father figure to tell her what "truth" was
then the bum and the british woman went out for a drink
and then they fucked until 3am
never again did they talk about Virginia Woolf.