August 1, 2001
Mirrored images of impossible

Putting together my most recent writing project is one of the most difficult adventures! It’s as if I’m reading a book that I already know its final outcome. Many times, I sit in awe of the writer—he seems so brave to say what he does, then I realize… he is… me—only to close the book knowing the identity of a coward.

This writing instrument means nothing to the common person. To me, it represents the ventilation system that sucks bad air from the bathroom, and sends it to the top of the roof.