You can throw soup on a masterpiece for the best causes, but at the end of the day you’re leaving us with a desecrated work of art. | Non-Fiction | Canned Soup
Writing stories, for me, has always been like taking a metaphorical cigarette break: five minutes of replacing pragmatic thought for a different sort of perception, a more reflexive one. Instead of thinking about profits, taxes, and your boss, you look out of your thirtieth-floor office window at the tiny little people rushing around in their tiny littl…
