Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn’t.

I'm wonderfully self-lacerating, probably to my character's detriment. I'm terribly open to critique.

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

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.

If I'm reading a book and it seems truly interesting, I tend to start reading back to front in order not to be too deeply under the sway of progress.

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.