White space

What if it turns out that the most interesting thing about me is my breathing, and the second most interesting thing is the realization that my breathing is no different than anyone else's, be they white, black, orange, yellow?

Alfred Nobel stipulated in his will that the annual Nobel Prize in Literature be awarded "for the most outstanding work in an ideal direction." I find the words, in an ideal direction much more interesting than the words, for the most outstanding work. Could this be what's wrong with me? Yes, but it could also be what's right with me as well. 

Sometimes it seems that damaged people are the only people I know. I look in the mirror: am I damaged? Yes, of course I'm damaged. Do I know myself? I'm looking in the mirror, aren't I?

As far as my own writing, I don't know if I'm good or bad, all I know is that writing's what I want to do with my life from now on, and that I've felt this way about all the other things I've done in my life at the time I was doing them.