My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
For me, novels coalesce into being, rather than arrive fully formed.
Do ants get headaches?
maybe the meaning of life lies in looking for it
I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?
As long as our civilisation keeps trundling along generally forwards, then there is the possibility of a future where ethnicity is merely an interesting badge, not a uniform you can't take off.