When I’m writing about shoplifting, I’m writing about the divine.
When I write novels about sugar and movies, I’m writing about war.
I don’t have the proper distance toward art.
I don’t believe in minimalism.
I’m prone to outburst and invasions.
I live in an exocity and I can taste the poisons.
I pick playgrounds for my children based on the contamination levels.
I pick my children up and stare at them as if they were snakes.
My children are snakes.
At least in the paintings of the pre-raphealites.
When I wrote novels about girls drowning in creeks, I’m writing about beauty.
When I write about fascism I’m writing about art.