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.

I want literature to open all the doors that I can't open by myself, and to allow me to see things that I wouldn't otherwise see.

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

I'm really interested in what you remember, how you remember, what your perspective is as opposed to somebody else's.

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.

The days start to be charged not because tomorrow you're leaving, but because in three weeks you're leaving. The future impinges. So you start to think about the frame.

Gardens do offer a temporal tableau and certainly mean differently in different eras and indeed geographies (think of the formal gardens in France).