Everyone's Got A Different Story.

There's Not A Thing Wrong With You, You're Right The Whole Way Through.

Identity Politics Are Wearisome; You Don't Want To Go On Speaking For Any One Group As A Writer.

This Is A Bad Story.” “sorry. I’m Really Sorry. I Shouldn’t Have Told You.” “no, You Should,” I Say. “but—” “i Don’t Want There To Be Bad Stories And Me Not Know Them.

I Really Like To Keep My Palette Small But To Be Very Intense, Very Myopic.

Goodbye, Room." I Wave Up At Skylight. "say Goodbye," I Tell Ma. "goodbye, Room." Ma Says It But On Mute. I Look Back One More Time. It's Like A Crater, A Hole Where Something Happened. Then We Go Out The Door.