But, Like Ivy, We Grow Where There

My Earliest Memory Is Aged Three, Seeing Sunlight On Water And Feeling It Was Really Magical.

La Isn’t A Walking City, Or A Subway City, So If Someone Isn’t In My House Or My Car We’ll Never Be Together, Not Even For A Moment. And Just To Be Absolutely Sure Of That, When I Leave My Car My Iphone Escorts Me, Letting Everyone Else In The Post Office Know That I’m Not Really With Them, I’m With My Own People, Who Are So Hilarious That I Can’t Help Smiling To Myself As I Text Them Back.

The Things Keeping You Back-these Embarrassing, Boring, Stupid Obstacles-are The Heart Of What It Is To Be Human. They’re The Whole Reason For Making And Needing Art. So You Might As Well Go Ahead And Begin In Whatever Way You Can Right Now.

When I Was Fifteen, A Dark Shape Came Into My Room At Night. It Was Dark, But It Glowed, Which Is The First Of Many Facts You Will Have To Tackle With Your Imagination. It Wasn't In The Shape Of A Person, But Right Away I Knew It Was Like A Person In Every Way Except For How It Looked. As It Turns Out, Our Looks Are Not The Main Thing That Makes Us Human.

I Think It's More Interesting If You Go All The Way With The World You Have, And Really Look At It, And Push It To An Even More Extreme Extreme.