A Sickly Little Smile Grew

There Is No Knowing Beyond That Membrane, The Meniscus Of Death. What Can Be Seen From Here Is Distorted, Refracted. All We Can Know Are Those Untrustworthy Glimpses--that And Rumour. The Prattle. The Dead Gossip: It Is The Reverberation Of That Gossip Against The Surface Tension Of Death That The Better Mediums Hear. It Is Like Listening To Whispered Secrets Through A Toilet Door. It Is A Crude And Muffled Susurrus.

The Best Way To Write A Novel Is To Do It Behind Your Own Back.

I'm A Very Friendly Socialist.

Ever Since I Was Two, I've Loved Octopuses, Monsters, Abandoned Buildings.

My Sustenance Is Information. My Interventions Are Hidden. I Increase As I Learn. I Compute, So I Am.