I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING SINCE I DON’T REMEMBER WHEN AND I CAN’T RECALL THE LAST BOOK I READ; MY MIND IS ATROPHYING WHILE THE MUSCLES IN MY ARMS GROW TAUGHT AND TENSE… SKIN ALL PAINT STAINED, LUNGS FULL OF RED CLAY DUST AND ENDLESS CIGARETTES; HERE IS THE WORK OF MY HANDS, HERE IS THE SMALL UNIVERSE I AM CREATING PIECE BY PIECE, FOR YOU, FOR ALL OF US.
