His Smile Was The Nightmare In My

I Can't Do Fiction Unless I Visualize What's Going On. When I Began To Write Science Fiction, One Of The Things I Found Lacking In It Was Visual Specificity. It Seemed There Was A Lot Of Lazy Imagining, A Lot Of Shorthand.

The Sky Above The Port Was The Color Of Television, Tuned To A Dead Station.

I Think That One Of The Visions That Is Closest To Reality Is The Cardboard City In The Subway Station In Tokyo, Which Is Based Very Closely On A Series Of Documentary Photographs Of People Living Like That And Of The Contents Of The Boxes. Those Are Quite Haunting Because Tokyo Homeless People Reiterate The Whole Nature Of Living In Tokyo In These Cardboard Boxes, They're Only Slightly Smaller Than Tokyo Apartments, And They Have Almost As Many Consumer Goods. It's A Nightmare Of Boxes Within Boxes.

A Graphic Representation Of Data Abstracted From The Banks Of Every Computer In The Human System. Unthinkable Complexity. Lines Of Light Ranged In The Nonspace Of The Mind, Clusters And Constellations Of Data. Like City Lights, Receding.

I've Been Interested In Autism Since I've Known About It, Which Is More Or Less Since I've Been Writing.