My Skin Was The Border Between The

Your Nightmares Follow You Like A Shadow, Forever.

When I Was In High School, I Was In A Special Math Class. I Was Infatuated With Physics, Particularly Nuclear Physics, Einstein, And The Big Bang. I Read A Lot About Black Holes. And Partly Because I'm So Lazy I Thought You Could Do All This Just By Looking At The Sky And Thinking Up Universes. It Didn't Seem Like Hard Work When I Was A Kid, So I Enrolled In This Class.

I Don't Like Having A Teaching Job - Office Hours And Conferences And Committees And Bosses And All That - But I Tend To Enjoy Teaching, And I Design The Course In Such A Way That There'll Be Pleasure In That.

There's No Bad Writing; You Did Something. I Was Operating Inside Language, And I Did Something. I'm Not Ashamed Of It.

A Particular Piece Of Music Attaches Itself To The Piece I'm Writing, And There Is Nothing Else I Can Listen To. Every Day I Return To The Same Space To Write, The Music Providing Both The Walls And The Pictures On The Walls.