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".

Momentum, in literary mosaic, derives not from narrative but from the subtle, progressive buildup of thematic resonances.

Our culture is obsessed with real events because we experience hardly any.

Everything I write, I believe instinctively, is to some extent collage. Meaning, ultimately, is a matter of adjacent data.

To me, the moment you're talking about nonfiction you're talking about reality.

I'm not interested in collage as the refuge of the composition-ally disabled. I'm interested in collage as (to be honest) an evolution beyond narrative.

In my own little way, I feel like I'm part of a group of writers who care deeply about pushing the essay forward.