We Live In A Moment And A

She Looks Like Someone I Want To Know, Or Maybe Even Be.

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

There Are So Many Ways To Go Wrong. All We've Got Are Metaphors, And They're Never Exactly Right. You Can Never Just Say. The. Thing.

I Write Fiction Longhand. That's Not So Much About Rejecting Technology As Being Unable To Write Fiction On A Computer For Some Reason. I Don't Think I Would Write It On A Typewriter Either. I Write In A Very Blind Gut Instinctive Way. It Just Doesn't Feel Right. There's A Physical Connection. And Then In Nonfiction That's Not The Case At All. I Can't Even Imagine Writing Nonfiction By Hand.

It's Turning Out To Be A Bad Day, A Day When The Sun Feels Like Teeth.