This connects to an anxiety I’ve had since childhood about wanting to record everything that’s ever happened, which is perhaps simply a fear of my own mortality, as well as the mortality of everything in this beautiful world.
Faith is inherent to surrender.
Potatoes will devastate. Famously.
Babies are definitely enemies of romcom!
“I would like someone to ask me whether Red Dead Redemption 2 has any influence on the creation of this book.”
Is that a sort of equation for inviting the imagination in — wonder + weirdness? Maybe. Maybe not. But it helps me register and engage
“I am thinking about the body a lot and all of the time. The body is where the story starts.”
It’s so hard to avoid the impulse to dazzle, like “Look at this! Aren’t you amazed by my historical knowledge?”
“It’s scary to live in a radically subjective world. Scary and also maybe more lonely.”
Perhaps this is Fate, in that our interdependence is inescapable, that we always affect each other.