Whenever the interview subject starts talking about Shakespeare or Dickens, I mentally burn the page. * * * * * Why do I only see cops in my neighbourhood at 6:30 on a Sunday morning? The total number of people around are: me, that bakery guy on his way home and the old lady who gets up to sit on her porch and sing to her fucking cat. * * * * * That's it, August – keep your hands in the air, keep moving towards the door. * * * * * Found three quarters and a saucepan on the sidewalk this morning. I took the quarters. * * * * * Oona, yesterday afternoon, telling me about her new " jelly restaurant ". * * * * * In cigar-tin stories today: you can never forget us .
Draw things, paint things, write things, make things.