This Is What You Must Be Like.

Wholeness Is The Enemy Of The Artist. We Ought To Be Broken, Ruined In Some Way.

The Acknowledged Legislators Of The World Take The World As Given. They Dislike Mysteries, For Mysteries Cannot Be Coded, Or Legislated, And Wonder Cannot Be Made Into Law. And So These Legislators Police The Accepted Frontiers Of Things.

Who Knows, Maybe This Whole Planet Is An Asylum, A Penal Realm. A Place For Hard Cases.

The Fact Of Storytelling Hints At A Fundamental Human Unease, Hints At Human Imperfection. Where There Is Perfection There Is No Story To Tell.

I Lived Rough, By My Wits, Was Homeless, Lived On The Streets, Lived On Friends' Floors, Was Happy, Was Miserable.