Music Still Sort Of Hangs Up There

I Work On A Laptop Specifically So I Can Work In Cafes And Pretend I'm Part Of The Human World.

Anyone Could See It All Coming And No One Could Possibly Stop It And That Was The Beautiful Thing. Friday Night Was Open Wide And Writ In Stone

The Past Is Still Visible. The Buildings Haven't Changed, The Layout Of The Streets Hasn't Changed. So Memory Is Very Available To Me As I Walk Around.

I Had Always Wanted To Be A Writer Who Confused Genre Boundaries And Who Was Read In Multiple Contexts.

You Don’t Have The Slightest Idea Of What It Means To Write A Scene And A Character In The English Language, With Images And Words Chock Full Of Received Meaning.