Fingers as a medium became a data line, connecting my brain to the paper, and words became data transferred to my body.

“Although those around me would argue that poetry is comparable to fishing in the sea – a dark, unknown, chaotic abyss, remaining at the pier for hours on end with no promise of reward – it feels instead as though I am fishing for the stars.”

“I was always a little stupefied receiving this question. After all, I thought having a long name was just like having a short one. It was just a name. I didn’t see any difference in it, but they sure did.”