History is a state of yearning. I yearn for Kay Lake throughout this entire thing. There's an essay I've written where I talked about living in the past. There's a whole motif in the book of then and now. And I lived there.

I wanted to portray a newly democratized, enclosed society. I wanted to show how extraordinarily fluid people are in their embrace of other human beings.

Tell me anything. Tell me everything. Revoke our time apart. Love me fierce in danger.

I've created a narrative of the world. I live in the world - tenuously, most times. I've avoided the digital world.

I like to be alone so I can write. But focus can hurt you. I don't want to be some stress casualty in early middle age.

Where’s your sketch pad?” I asked. … “I gave that up,” Kay said. “I wasn’t very good, so I changed my major.” “To what?” “To pre-med, then psychology, then English lit, then history.” “I like a woman who knows what she wants.” Kay smiled. “So do I, but I don’t know any.

We do. Or re-create the ones we have, and project. My whole life is projection.