People

I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection.

Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either.

I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back and write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.

And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time.

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