I grew up flying over oceans and moving and sailing.
There's a lot of water in everything I've ever written. There's always oceans and pools.
That's what perfect means. You're finished.
The state of love is this constant flux back and forth between who's saving and who's rescuing, who's wanting and not wanting, who's needing and who isn't. It's always going back and forth between two people who are actually attached.
I know perfectly well that you can't not want anything and live.
When you get immersed in whatever you're writing, the world does suddenly get so filtered through what you're writing. And then of course what you're writing then filters the world right back.