I tell stories from life fragments -
arranging reality flat upon the page
until it shows signs of order.
Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Friday, March 5, 2010
The locals are pathetic creatures, you have no idea what we must tolerate on a day-to-day basis. You cannot blame them, and, in a way, they can be sweet in their innocence. They consider us beautiful, and often say so. Imagine that. I suppose by their standards...