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Writing the way forward.
Arranging words is a way of being, finding words is the way to be.
Writing is like building a bridge.
It’s going somewhere or it’s going nowhere.
It will stand or fall down.
People will walk across and enjoy the view or find themselves tortured by the traffic.
Have you been to Brooklyn?
Fiction doesn’t know what time it is.
Non doesn’t know what time it might be.
Clever speculation might be either.
Writing can be the mechanism for being with nature.
The Dao was written even though it was not clarified.
I write a way forward.
Beginnings are written, as you know.
Stephen King doesn’t prefer the passive voice.
He dislikes it.
I’m moribundly constructing bad adverbs to make as if I’m making this bridge theatrically,
with flourish.
A bridge to paint continuously, from end to end.