As a writer, one is busy with archaeology.

Here. Where I am anonymous and alone in a white room with no history and no parading. So I can make something unknown in the shape of this room. Where I am King of Corners.

For echo is the soul of the voice exciting itself in hollow places.

There always should be something hanging unfinished before a scene ends so that there's a reason for going to the next scene.

Death means you are in the third person.

I see the poem or the novel ending with an open door.

What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power. Nothing much of lasting value ever happens at the head table, held together by a familiar rhetoric. Those who already have power continue to glide along the familiar rut they have made for themselves.