some of me...

I was born in a town with one-lane bridges. One-lane bridges you beep at before crossing to alert potential headlights aimed toward yours. But this town's close to New York, so soon after you beeped at the bridge you could cross George Washington's. Perhaps this is the culprit that got me to write: the juxtaposition of geography the way a fiction writer juxtaposes their weeks with their words.

Whoever the culprit, whatever the credit: It's a desire to consume through creation, to experience while recreating. To live life by plunging in and diving out.