HOBART

I will never be perfect, not in my life or my writing life. I can’t find a way to get to who I am through my own stories so I have decided to write different stories, about people I don’t know, in situations I’m unfamiliar with, in times I never lived. I don’t know what any of this means. I’m not an essayist. I guess that’s what this is ultimately about—I don’t know myself. I only have questions followed by more questions. Writing about myself has not led me to any conclusions, hasn’t helped me figure anything out at all. But maybe writing about others will. I doubt it but I don’t know. I only have words and words are meager. They are so small. This is a word. This is a word that will build a story. Here is my world and I am offering it to you. Maybe it is based on my life and maybe I made it up. They are only words.

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the next night we ate whale
the next night we ate whale
the next night we ate whale
the next night we ate whale
the next night we ate whale

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When I was young, I read that River Phoenix said he tried to lie as much as possible in interviews. It’s O.K. to have a little fun out there. It’s not about being evasive.

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