I Didn't Know It Was Possible To

But Some Natives--most Natives In The World--cannot Go Anywhere. They Are Too Poor. They Are Too Poor To Go Anywhere. They Are Too Poor To Escape The Reality Of Their Lives; And They Are Too Poor To Live Properly In The Place Where They Live, Which Is The Very Place You, The Tourist, Want To Go--so When The Natives See You, The Tourist, They Envy You, They Envy Your Ability To Leave Your Own Banality And Boredom, They Enjoy Your Ability To Turn Their Own Banality And Boredom Into A Source Of Pleasure For Yourself.

I'm So Used To Being Misunderstood.

Every Native Of Every Place Is A Potential Tourist, And Every Tourist Is A Native Of Somewhere. Every Native Everywhere Lives A Life Of Overwhelming And Crushing Banality And Boredom And Desperation And Depression, And Every Deed, Good And Bad, Is An Attempt To Forget This.

I'm Trying To Earn A Living In The Way That Is Most Enjoyable To Me. I Love The World Of Literature, And I Hope To Support Myself In It.

I Read About Writers Who Have Routines. They Write At Certain Times Of The Day. I Can't Do That. I Am Always Writing-but In My Head.