It's something about the way the words stay the same, over time, they're the same words when you look at them ten years later, twenty years later, God, I don't know, a thousand years later? Who knows. It's something about how the words stay the same even though everything around them *and even everything they mean* changes constantly, all the time, every moment of every day. It's a form of defiance, it's an act of acceptance. It's an assertion of absurdity; all writing is in the sand; all writing is a visceral act of love. (2015)