I Write All The Time, But You

Why Do I Even Dare To Think I Could Dream I Could Imagine I Could Hope?!

I Used To Live With Two Other Guys. We Used To Cook Two Things. The First One Was Called 'cheese... Thing' And That Was Where You Get Something And You Melt Cheese Over It And The First One To Guess What It Is Doesn't Have To Wash Up. That's Obviously Quite Mediterranean; The Other One Was Less Complex. It Was Just Called 'cheese Fantasy.' That's Where You Come In, Very Drunk, At About Five In The Morning And Find An Apple And Just Pretend There's Some Cheese On It.

I Know There's Similar Dissatisfaction In America. There's A Lot Of White People Who Come From Blue Collar Backgrounds And Who Feel Ill-equipped And Badly Served By Modern Economics And The Modern Job Market.

People Will Kill You Over Time, And How They'll Kill You Is With Tiny, Harmless Phrases, Like 'be Realistic.'

I Always Try To Address Where I Am. I'll Talk To The People And Try To Find Out What It Is About That Particular Place That Makes It Distinct From Everywhere Else.