Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.

You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

The government says Rant's alive because they need a villain. The kids say he's alive because they need a hero.

Intellectual culture seems to separate high art from low art. Low art is horror or pornography or anything that has a physical component to it and engages the reader on a visceral level and evokes a strong sympathetic reaction. High art is people driving in Volvos and talking a lot. I just don't want to keep those things separate. I think you can use visceral physical experiences to illustrate larger ideas, whether they're emotional or spiritual. I'm trying to not exclude high and low art or separate them.

Some little part of themselves for someone in the future to discover. Maybe a thought. We were here. We built this. A reminder.

An important part of building a new culture was allowing people to complain about their past. At first, the more they complained, the worse the past would seem. But by venting, people could start to resolve the past. By bitching and bitching and bitching, they could exhaust the drama of their own horror stories. Grow bored. Only then could they accept a new story for their lives. Move forward.

No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.