From an essay that appeared in Spike Art Magazine in December.

The thing I will say about being young is I hated it. I wasn’t anybody, I was broke, my apartment was a mess, I shouldn’t drink so much, I stopped criticizing my body only when I was doing drugs, and the thing I liked about the act of reading was that my body would get lost and I would go someplace else. The thing I didn’t think so much about was the pages. So many of them and turning turning all the time as the moments passed and…