Momentum, in literary mosaic, derives not from narrative but from the subtle, progressive buildup of thematic resonances.
Resolution and conclusion are inherent in a plot-driven narrative.
Everything I write, I believe instinctively, is to some extent collage. Meaning, ultimately, is a matter of adjacent data.
Anything processed by memory is fiction.
The novel is dead. Long live the antinovel, built from scraps.
Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn’t.