Sure, Everything Is Ending," Jules Said, "but

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.

Kissing Mother Superior, Incompetent, Hairball, Poppy Seeds, On The Can.

Happened As I Listened: I Felt Pain. Not In My Head, Not In My Arm, Not In My Leg; Everywhere At Once. I Told Myself There Was No Difference Between Being “inside” And Being “outside,” That It All Came Down To X’s And O’s That Could Be Acquired In Any Number Of Different Ways, But The Pain Increased To A Point Where I Thought I Might Collapse, And I Limped Away.

I Had This Idea That I Could Hire Myself Out As A Person To Go On Archeological Digs And Dig, Without Any Training! I Actually Wrote To A Number Of Archeology Departments And Offered Up My Services.

He Looks Tired, Like Someone Walked On His Skin And Left Footprints.