I’ve always been drawn to difference. What makes you different? For me it’s my graveyard. You see, I have my own private graveyard, but I can never remember where it is that I’ve buried myself. This amnesia always pushes me to the edge of existence, where there’s nothing to do but smoke cigarettes. When the cigarettes are gone I get down on my hands and knees and crawl back to the centre, feeling my way in the darkness for the bones that broke the surface.
William Shakespeare and Samuel Beckett helped me fill my graveyard. There are other writers that I could have mentioned, like Duke Miller, but Shakespeare and Beckett are the names that came to mind. Fame has its virtue, I suppose.
There I was, attending another one of my own burials. Shakespeare presided. He looked at me and said, “When beggars die, there are no comets seen.” Beckett held the shovel. I coughed and walked away, a writer.