Kill Me, Or You Are

We Photograph Things In Order To Drive Them Out Of Our Minds. My Stories Are A Way Of Shutting My Eyes.

Every Word First Looks Around In Every Direction Before Letting Itself Be Written Down By Me.

I Never Imagined That So Many Days Would Ultimately Make Such A Small Life.

If There Is A Transmigration Of Souls Then I Am Not Yet On The Bottom Rung. My Life Is A Hesitation Before Birth.

I Can't Feel A Thing; All Mournful Petal Storms Are Dancing Inside The Very Private Spring Of My Head.