The offspring of a two-god love
On Hermaphroditism
On Time and Travel
The new is always hiding in the old.
On Fearing the Dark
Why is it the dark we fear most?
On Writing Hungry
What are your writing rituals and habits?
A Letter to Paris
In the beginning, many of our days were spent in comfortable silence because I didn’t speak your language and although you spoke mine, you refused to indulge me.
