…my Solitude Is My Treasure, The Best

I Was No Good At Being A Child.

I Worry About Anthropomorphism As A Form Of Self-deception. (the Christian Religion Is An Anthropomorphic Account Of The Universe.)

I Don't Only Write About English Literature; I Also Write About Chaos Theory And... Ants. I Can Understand Ants.

I Think Vestigially There's A Synesthete In Me But Not Like A Real One Who Immediately Knows What Colour Wednesday Is.

Outside Our Small Safe Place Flies Mystery.