I'm interested in the self. And in the limits and transformations of self. And in self presentation. And in doubt. And in playing with the audience's expectations. But I don't like dressing up like on Halloween.

I am only able to be honest. And sometimes my view of the world is pretty dark. But still funny.

I have a longing for wilderness and for greenness. I wish I were a person who longed for animals, but I'm not.

I'm fascinated by but afraid of animals.

I do not like candy. I do not like knocking on strangers' doors. I do not like having to deal with the candy disaster that is Halloween. I resent it.

In high school my mother advised me to make my last lines into titles. It was very good advice.

I'm in a hard place now. A very silent place. And I'm struggling to either accept this or drag myself out of it.