I Met Someone Who Lives

Discomfort Is Very Much Part Of My Master Plan.

My Inner Chemistry Had Been Hijacked By A Mad Scientist, Who Poured The Fizzy, Volatile Contents Of My Heart From A Test Tube Marked Sober Reality Into Another Labeled Sunny Delusion, And Back Again, Faster And Faster, Until The Floor Of My Life Was Slick With Spillage.

To The Resentment That Hides Inside Love, To The Loneliness That Hides Among Companions.

I Want To Write Books That Can Be Read A Hundred Years From Now, And Readers Wouldn't Be Bogged Down By Irrelevant Details.

I Try Not To Become Too Regular An Addict Of Any One Subculture.