I lead a simple life. I feed the fish. I walk the dogs. I cook dinner. Occasionally I take a meeting.

I write a good amount. I've been gathering up a backlog of stuff and maybe I'll do something with it someday, but I don't want to talk about it just yet because that would jinx it.

It's a place where I could do something on a weekly basis and see if I like it.

I am a collection of thoughts and memories and likes and dislikes. I am the things that have happened to me and the sum of everything I've ever done. I am the clothes I wear on my back. I am every place and every person and every object I have ever come across. I am a bag of bones stuck to a very large rock spinning a thousand miles an hour.

I had all the fame anyone could want, and I ran away from it.

I hope I'm remembered as the king of the world, the noble man who united all the nations of the earth. But that probably won't happen.

Because of what I did when I was 10 years old, I'm not living from paycheck to paycheck, and I can do things because I want to do them.