The Incessant Perpetuation Of Collective Fantasies Makes

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.

There's Something In Psychology Called The Narrative Paradigm, Which Essentially Means That We Think Of Our Lives As Stories In Which We Are The Main Characters.

Our Daughter Was Born In Chicago, And She's Already Showing It. The Temperature Has To Be Approaching Zero For Her To Wear A Hat.

Language Is So Inherent To Humanity, So Necessary For Even Basic Thinking, That Stories And Poetry Are Available To Anyone Who Can Process Language.

For People Who Are Displaced, You Can Reconstruct The Story Of Your Life From The Objects You Have Access To, But If You Don't Have The Objects Then There Are Holes In Your Life. This Is Why People In Bosnia - If Anyone Was Running Back Into A Burning House It Was To Salvage Photos.