To me, the moment you're talking about nonfiction you're talking about reality.
My medium is prose, not the novel.
I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
Our culture is obsessed with real events because we experience hardly any.
Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn’t.
The beauty of reality-based art - art underwritten by reality hunger - is that it's perfectly situated between life itself and (unattainable) "life as art".