Disease Has Always Been A Much Bigger

What I Need Is Perspective. The Illusion Of Depth, Created By A Frame, The Arrangement Of Shapes On A Flat Surface. Perspective Is Necessary. Otherwise There Are Only Two Dimensions. Otherwise You Live With Your Face Squashed Up Against A Wall, Everything A Huge Foreground, Of Details, Close-ups, Hairs, The Weave Of The Bedsheet, The Molecules Of The Face. Your Own Skin Like A Map, A Diagram Of Futility, Criscrossed With Tiny Roads That Lead Nowhere. Otherwise You Live In The Moment. Which Is Not Where I Want To Be.

A Word After A Word After A Word Is Power.

I Want Everything Back, The Way It Was. But There Is No Point To It, This Wanting.

We Yearned For The Future. How Did We Learn It, That Talent For Insatiability?

For Me The Novel Is A Social Vehicle, It Reflects Society.