I've always been interested in the fragility of things, and with special urgency now because of climate change, but also because of the accidents of reading.

I'm always somehow drawn to that sense of how fragile things are and how a garden means so differently depending upon whose language you happen to be in or whose century you happen to be in.

Even your own memory changes over time because of circumstances or even because your body changes.

I try to attach myself to things around me so that they don't slip away.

I spend a lot of time revising. I'm not somebody who can move slowly.

For me, failure has to be acknowledged, needs to be faced in some way.

I think those of us who use language are always trying for this, trying to keep everything from floating away by trying to write about it despite failure.