I Am A Person Before

Mr Earbrass Stands On The Terrace At Twilight. It Is Bleak; It Is Cold; And The Virtue Has Gone Out Of Everything. Words Drift Through His Mind: Anguish Turnips Conjunctions Illness Defeat String Parties No Parties Urns Desuetude Disaffection Claws Loss Trebizond Napkins Shame Stones Distance Fever Antipodes Mush Glaciers Incoherence Labels Miasma Amputation Tides Deceit Mourning Elsewards.

My Favorite Journey Is Looking Out The Window.

All The Things You Can Talk About In Anyone's Work Are The Things That Are Least Important.... You Can Describe All The Externals Of A Performance - Everything, In Fact, But What Really Constitutes Its Core. Explaining Something Makes It Go Away, So To Speak; What's Important Is What's Left Over After You've Explained Everything Else.

I Really Think I Write About Everyday Life. I Don't Think I'm Quite As Odd As Others Say I Am. Life Is Intrinsically, Well, Boring And Dangerous At The Same Time. At Any Given Moment The Floor May Open Up. Of Course, It Almost Never Does; That's What Makes It So Boring.

I Have Given Up Considering Happiness As Relevant.