It’s the 12 months 2003. You as soon as lived on an island. Now, you spend your days in high-speed transit. You’re a author, however what does that imply? You’re on a search that has barely begun. You’re not simply searching for info. You’re seeking to perceive… to know the reality. To inform the reality. On the age of 18, your nice works are nonetheless forward of you, at a distance but unknown. However make no mistake: it’s taking place. Day-after-day your expertise and data appear to double and even triple, leaving your earlier makes an attempt at writing – at being alive – within the mud. The current second envelops you. You’ll go the place the persons are. You may be the place it’s all taking place. You will see the sort of love value writing about. And should you squint, you will notice your future self: the one who has overcome all of the fragmentary incoherence of youth. For all you already know, that future is already upon you—should you can catch it. With locations so lofty, you discover it tougher than ever to look again, into the glowing abyss of childhood folly and disgrace. With the intention to advance, you should solid off these prototypical types. And but the previous follows you, bedraggled, creeping and moaning from station to station.
