If The Seventies Were Bulbous, And The

Things Are Only Boring If You Are Boring.

As A Bookish Adolescent, I Sopped Up Texts As If I Were Blotting Paper And They Were Fluid.

In Survey After Survey, People Report That The Greatest Dangers They Face Are, In This Order: Terrorist Attack, Plane Crashes And Nuclear Accidents. This Despite The Fact That These Three Combined Have Killed Fewer People In The Past Half-century Than Car Accidents Do In Any Given Year.

A Short Story Is A Shard, A Sliver, A Vignette. It's A Biopsy On The Human Condition But It Doesn't Have This Capacity To Think Autonomously For Itself.

I'm An Anarchist. I'm Implacably Opposed To Heirarchical Systems Of Power And Control. I Also Mistrust Crowds, As They Often Operate According To Their Lowest Common Denominator. In Terms Of Evolutionary Psychology, The Crowd Is Very Close To A Herd Of Stampeding Wildebeest.