Maybe I’m A Human, But I’m A

I Hate Desks; They Make Me Feel Like A Child Doing Homework.

Everyone's Got A Different Story.

With My First Book, I Was Hired To Write A Draft Of The Script. I Was So Young And Less Confident. They Put Me Through Seven Or Eight Drafts And It Was Just Getting Worse And Worse, And Then The Film Was Never Made.

The World Is Always Changing Brightness And Hotness And Soundness, I Never Know How It's Going To Be The Next Minute.

It's All Real In Outside, Everything There Is, Because I Saw An Airplane In The Blue Between The Clouds. Ma And Me Can't Go There Because We Don't Know The Secret Code, But It's Real All The Same. Before I Didn't Know To Be Mad That We Can't Open Door, My Head Was Too Small To Have Outside In It.