The photographer in my head says: Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash.

That's why I write, because life never works except in retrospect. You can't control life, at least you can control your version.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.

Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed. Still, I'm doing the little FAX thing. I write little HAIKU things and FAX them around to everyone. When I pass people in the hall at work, I get totally ZEN right in everyone's hostile little FACE.

The only thing I shy away from is non-consensual violence. I can't write a story where someone is a simple victim because it's boring.

Shotgunning anybody in this room would be the moral equivalent of killing a car, a Barbie doll, a vacuum cleaner. We're all such products.

To merely observe your culture without contributing to it seems very close to existing as a ghost.