Writing about the most boring person I know: me

Reading reviews of my once favourite art to reverse engineer the astonishment then write my own way towards that same feeling.

Let time do the heavy lifting of your art and writing.

I write things for my books that I consider pointing the finger out, then turn the finger back at myself. It's a relief to be hypocritical.

I was a literary poet, then moved to instapoet. And still trying to find that place where I can write a book that works both off and on a social media platform. I could choose to write any old stuff and no one reads it - or find the balance of readable and literary obfuscation.

Nearly everytime some good has been invisibly growing away in the background, it just travels slowly and invisibly.