Stories happen only to those who are able to tell them, someone once said. In the same way, perhaps, experiences present themselves only to those who are able to have them.

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.

I feel I'm discovering something new, a different rhythm, and I guess these rhythms have a lot to do with walking, too, but it's a longer trajectory now. I'm traveling greater distances with each sentence. But I don't write about walking that much anymore.

Dismantling the architecture of my discontent

I see myself as anybody, as everybody; I'm not just telling the story of my life to give the reader a picture of who I am.

Artists are the people for whom the world is not enough.

If you're not ready for everything, you're not ready for anything.