The Dead Are Way More

Ever Since I Was Two, I've Loved Octopuses, Monsters, Abandoned Buildings.

I Think There's Something Quite Interesting About The Almost Tragic Quality Of A Lot Of Overwrought Prose, Because It Has A Much More Self-conscious Awareness Of Its Own Failure To Touch The Real.

I'll Tell You, I've Never Particularly Been A Trek Person. I Feel About Trek The Way One Feels About Known, Vaguely Liked, But Rather Distant Members Of One's Family.

London Is An Endless Skirmish Between Angles And Emptiness.

Part Of The Appeal Of The Fantastic Is Taking Ridiculous Ideas Very Seriously And Pretending They're Not Absurd.