I Don't Know What It Is I'm

I've Never Had Any Intentions About Anything. That's Why I Am Where I Am Today, Which Is Neither Here Nor There, In A Literal Sense.

To Take My Work Seriously Would Be The Height Of Folly.

If I Do Not Seem To Be Mentioning Anything I’ve Read Lately, It Is Because I Am In One Of Those Periods Of Undifferentiated Flux Or Something In Which I Am Reading About Fifty, At A Minimum, Books At Once, So Of Course I Seldom Finish One. Eventually This Phase Will Pass, And I’ll Discover I Have About Ten Pages To Go In All Of Them, And Will Sit Down And Systematically Finish Them, One After Another.

Explaining Something Makes It Go Away, So To Speak; What's Important Is Left After You Have Explained Everything Else.

I Really Think I Write About Everyday Life. I Don't Think I'm Quite As Odd As Others Say I Am.