The Kind Of Fiction I'm Trying To

As Long As You Are Dreaming, There Is Always A Way Out

I'm In Constant Inner Dialogue With My Father Still.

I Thought I Was Terrible [to Play A Cameo] And Decided Never To Act Again.

Eighteen Is A Terrible Age, And While I Walked Around With The Conviction That I Was Somehow More Grown-up Than My Classmates, The Truth Was That I Had Merely Found A Different Way Of Being Young.

We Hear Things, But We Can't Always See Them, Or, Even If We Do See Them, We're Not Sure That We're Seeing Correctly. Hence: Invisible.