What He Needed Was To Find Fifty

Like All Failed Experiments, That One Taught Me Something I Didn’t Expect: One Key Ingredient Of So-called Experience Is The Delusional Faith That It Is Unique And Special, That Those Included In It Are Privileged And Those Excluded From It Are Missing Out.

We Lie. That's What We Do. You're Selling Me A Line Of Bullshit And You Want Me To Sell You A Line Of Bullshit Back So You Can Write A Major Line Of Bullshit And Be Paid For It.

I Loved Every Minute Of My Childhood - Sunbathing On The Fire Escape, Digging For Buried Treasure In The Back Yard, Pulling Alewives Out Of The Sand... Then It Was All Taken Away From Me. I Came Back Every Summer To Visit My Father Until I Was 18, But I Was Always The Outsider.

Her Only Thought Was Of Getting Away, As If She Were Carrying A Live Grenade From Inside The House, So That When It Exploded, It Would Destroy Just Herself.

A Sense Of That Kind Of Narrative Movement That We Experience Online Could Have Been In My Mind Easily, Though Not Consciously. I Do Rely So Much On My Unconscious, The Way I Write My Stuff The Way I Do. I Let My Unconscious Work. I Have Better Ideas That Way And More Interesting Work.