If at first the idea is not absurd, then there will be no hope for it.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
Writing is a way to confront the past.
The past is a story we tell ourselves about ourselves.