I Love It When People Want To

My Sustenance Is Information. My Interventions Are Hidden. I Increase As I Learn. I Compute, So I Am.

Scars Are Memory. Like Sutures. They Stitch The Past To Me.

In The Deepest Places, Where Physical Norms Collapse Under The Crushing Water, Bodies Still Fall Softly Through The Dark, Days After Their Vessels Have Capsized. They Decay On Their Long Journey Down. Nothing Will Hit The Black Sand At The Bottom Of The World But Algae-covered Bones.

What I Always Try To Do In All My Books Is To Make The Stories Such That If You Don't Agree With Me Politically Or You're Not Interested In The Thematics, The Story Will Still Keep You Turning The Pages.

If You're Brave Enough To Try, You Might Be Able To Catch A Train From Unlondon To Parisn't, Or No York, Or Helsunki, Or Lost Angeles, Or Sans Francisco, Or Hong Gone, Or Romeless.