It's Turning Out To Be A Bad

I Did Go On Safari In Kenya When I Was 17, With My Mother, Stepfather And Little Brother, And I Kept A Careful Journal Of The Experience That Was Very Helpful In Terms Of My Sensory Impressions Of Africa. I Have Traveled Quite A Bit At Distinct Times In My Life, Though Now That I Have Kids I've Settled Down.

Rebecca Was An Academic Star. Her New Book Was On The Phenomenon Of Word Casings, A Term She'd Invented For Words That No Longer Had Meaning Outside Quotation Marks. English Was Full Of These Empty Words--"friend" And "real" And "story" And "change"--words That Had Been Shucked Of Their Meanings And Reduced To Husks. Some, Like "identity" And "search" And "cloud," Had Clearly Been Drained Of Life By Their Web Usage. With Others, The Reasons Were More Complex; How Had "american" Become An Ironic Term? How Had "democracy" Come To Be Used In An Arch, Mocking Way?

I Think, The World Is Actually Huge. That's The Part No One Can Really Explain.

It Was The Hat. He Looked Sweet In The Hat. How Could A Man In A Fuzzy Blue Hat Have Used Human Bones To Pave His Roads?

I Think The One Thing That's Changed Over Time Is That I've Come To Realise, As A Fiction Writer, The Fact That I Don't Think It Will Work Out, Doesn't Mean That It Actually Won't.