Before It Was A Bomb,

I Use Everything. Turning Life Into Stories Is How I Make Sense Of My Experience. No Matter How Weird Or Disturbing Or Upsetting To Me Personally, It All Finds Its Way In There.

I Can Always See Ways To Improve What I've Done. At The Same Time, Knowing It's All An Ongoing Life's Work Allows Me To Be Less Precious About Blind Alleys, Failed Experiments, And Misfires.

Why Did You Make It So Hard For Me? I'd Rather Empty The Ocean With A Sieve. I Do It For You. Or Count The Grains Of Sand On Every Beach. All For You. There Are So Many People, So Many Countries. But I Have Time. All The Time In The World. Eternity.

Imagine The Earth’s Population Of Six Billion People Reduced To Just One Hundred Representatives. Statistically, That Makes 30 White, 70 Non-white. It Means 6 People Own 59% Of The Wealth And They All Live In North America. 80 Are In Substandard Housing. One Has An Education. One Owns A Computer. Don’t Blame Me If It All Sounds Crazy.

I Don't Like To Think Of My Readership As "fans," A Word Which Has Always Suggested A Kind Of Power Relationship I'm Uncomfortable With.