"Often, I write all day long with white ink on white paper, late into the night, until it is all I can do to feel the letters curving to earth from the tip of the pen. And then, I fall asleep. Dreaming of running, or maybe driving in a car the color of water, I wake the next day remembering nothing. I gather the stack of paper & a pen of black on the desk in front of me and the words begin to dance over the page like long legged insects across a still lake. The words in white whisper behind & underneath the new day. If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can. There is nothing more to it than that." //
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite.