Nature, or at least birds and women, abhorred the invisible man.

I'm not planning what I listen to, except when I think the music can guide me to some emotional place I want to be reminded of.

Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.

I met someone who lives in an elevator.

I don't write about anything I don't love even if that love sometimes gets all screwed up and tormented.

Tourette's is just one big lifetime of tag, really. The world (or my brain---same thing) appoints me it, again and again. So I tag back. Can it do otherwise? If you've ever been it you know the answer.

Once you fall into habits, I think, you're dead as an artist. You have to challenge yourself and never rest on your laurels, never think about what you've done in the past.