There's A Lot That's Not

Later On, When I Tried To Imagine How I Might Have Ruined Things, That Would Occur To Me - That I'd So Rarely Resisted, That I Hadn't Made It Hard Enough For Him. Maybe It Was Like Gathering Your Strength And Hurling Your Body Against A Door You Believe To Be Locked, And Then The Door Opens Easily - It Wasn't Locked At All - And You're Standing Looking Into The Room, Trying To Remember What It Was You Thought You Wanted.

Well, I Think That If You Sincerely Try To Imagine What Life Is Like For Another Person - Not In A Mocking Way, Not In A Satirical Way, But In A Sincere, Compassionate Way - I Don't Think That's Exploitive.

I Guess Because Twins Have This Mystique, And Triplets - I Think The Normal Sibling Connection Potentially Can Be Very Powerful, And There's This Idea That It's Even More Powerful. It Really Is, Not Just Someone Like Me, But Another Version Of Me.

The Best Part Of Being A Writer For Me Is Immersing Myself In A Fictional World, Which Is The Opposite Of Being On Social Media. At The Same Time, If No One Ever Read My Work, If I Was Writing Solely For Myself, I Bet It Would Be Lonely And A Lot Less Fun.

And An Unstable Childhood Makes You Appreciate Calmness And Not Crave Excitement. To Spend A Saturday Afternoon Mopping Your Kitchen Floor While Listening To Opera On The Radio, And To Go That Night To An Indian Restaurant With A Friend And Be Home By Nine O'clock - These Are Enough. They Are Gifts.