That was an instance where I was given a word to define my confusing experience, and I'm just like, "nah."

That was an instance where I was given a word to define my confusing experience, and I'm just like, "nah."

I wanted each different Chelsea to be able to navigate her own world without having to also speak to a larger narrative.

I made my first website when I was ten. I flirted using instant messages all throughout high school. I like the Internet. I like cuddling. I like my cell phone. I like awkward eye contact with strangers. I like hearing people's voices. I like parties. I like Craigslist. These things don't seem technologically exclusive to me.

I don't do the like, "This led to this, and this was why this happened." That doesn't feel real and isn't how I experience things.

It's uncomfortable to just say the first thing that pops into your head, but you have to when you're speaking in front of people. A lot of times I'll say something I don't even believe. I've never actually used "pass" before.

The thing about writing or making art is that I'm not thinking about that stuff while I'm doing it. Like the driver's ed kid, in retrospect I see that that was meaningful, and I felt close to him in that way, but at the time I just thought it was fun to draw, and that's all it was. I think that's what's weird about life and about making art. You have to talk about it later. I guess I should be prepared to talk about it now. That is why I'm here. But again, pass.