Fiction, poetry, music...these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.

In this country we're unprecedentedly safe, comfortable, and well fed, with more and better venues for stimulation. And yet if you were asked, 'Is this a happy or unhappy country?' you'd check the 'unhappy' box. We're living in an era of emotional poverty, which is something that serious drug addicts feel most keenly.

For those who've never experienced a sunrise in the rural midwest, it's roughly as soft and romantic as someone's abruptly hitting the lights in a dark room.

People, unless they're paying attention, tend to confuse fanciness with intelligence or authority.

If Realism called it like it saw it, Metafiction simply called it as it saw itself seeing itself see it.

Worship your body, beauty, and sexual allure and you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you.

...Genuine pathological openness is about as seductive as Tourette's Syndrome.