I Like Having My Back Pressed Against

I Could Invent Another World. I'm Not Terribly Keen On This One.

On The Fifth Day, Which Was A Sunday, It Rained Very Hard. I Like It When It Rains Hard. It Sounds Like White Noise Everywhere, Which Is Like Silence But Not Empty.

But I Said That You Could Still Want Something That Is Very Unlikely To Happen.

Then He Asked If I Didn’t Like Things Changing. And I Said I Wouldn’t Mind Things Changing If I Became An Astronaut, For Example, Which Is One Of The Biggest Changes You Can Imagine, Apart From Becoming A Girl Or Dying.

Most Of My Work Consisted Of Crossing Out. Crossing Out Was The Secret Of All Good Writing.