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The Privilege Of A Middle-class, Stable, Bourgeois Life Is That You Can Pretend That You Are Not Complicated And Project Yourself As A Solid, Uncomplicated Person, With Refined Life Goals And Achievements.

We Apply The Language That Is Comforting And Comfortable And Familiar In Order To Grasp That Which Confuses And Scares Us. That Is The First Step Toward Cliché And Stereotype, As They're Comforting Devices. They Reduce The Confusing World To The Already Familiar. We're Always Smoothing Out The Bumps Of Actual Living To Turn It Into Narratable Life.

I Cannot Stand That Whole Game Of Confession, That Is: Here I Have Sinned, Now I'm Confessing My Sins, And Describing My Path Of Sin And Then In The Act Of Confession I Beg For Your Forgiveness And Redemption.

I Like To Blow Up This Notion That All We Have To Do As Writers And Artists Is Represent Reality, Which Is Presumably Solid And Self-evident, With No Negotiation Of The Gap Between Myself And The World, Between This Body And This Space, Which Needs Narration To Close It.

I Like To Blur The Line Between Fact And Fiction, But Not To Condescend To The Reader By Enmeshing Her/him Into Some Sort Of A Postmodern Coop.