I like to write about things that are extreme in some form. I like to write about something I feel I have to write about.

My name is Luka I live on the second floor. I live upstairs from you, yes, I think you've seen me before.

If language were liquid, it would be rushing in. Instead here we are in a silence more eloquent than any word could ever be.

So you eat, you sleep, and then this wonderful child comes out, but you don't feel like you have any control over that process, over her, over her character and who she is.

Last year's troubles, They shine up so prettily, They gleam with a lustre they don't have today.

When I was pregnant, I felt filled with life, and I felt really happy. I ate well, and I slept well. I felt much more useful than I'd ever felt before.

I had some fears as a kid, but I was also relatively fearless. Maybe that's a result of living half the time in reality and the other half in fantasy.