I Definitely Wanted Much More Normalness Than

I Can Guarantee You Nothing I Do Is A Conscious Attempt To Inject Something In.

You've Got The People You Know, Which Are Problematic. Always. They're Rich But They're Also Real People Living Their Lives Alongside You. Then You've Got The People That You Make-up Completely, Who Are Often Missing A Dimension If They Don't Have Some Reference To Real People. So Strangers Exist In This In-between Space, Where In Not Knowing Them, You Are Creating A Fiction For Them, Even In Passing, But At The Same Time, There They Are, With Their Actual Bodies And Their Actual Clothes. It's Totally Enticing.

Collections Are Certainly Abundant Online. It's Complicated, Because It's Not Like These People Didn't Want Computers, Although There Was Some Nonchalance About It. I Would Sometimes Ask The People I Interviewed If They Wished They Had A Computer, And In A Lot Of Cases, It Was Like They Couldn't Process The Question. You Don't Know What You Don't Have, I Guess.

I Had A Joint Once And I Didn't Feel Right For A Whole Year

I'm Interested In What The Virtues Of All Those Things Are, Especially For The Kind Of Person Who's Made Their Own World That Revolves Around Them, Like Writers Do. It Seems Especially Precious.