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Why is want such a dangerous thing?



Why do you think fame is so destructive for a writer?


Primarily because it invades your private life. It takes away from the time that you spend with friends, and the time that you can work. It tends to isolate you from the real world. A famous writer who wants to continue writing has to be constantly defending himself against fame. I don’t really like to say this because it never sounds sincere, but I would really have liked for my books to have been published after my death, so I wouldn’t have to go through all this business of fame and being a great writer. In my case, the only advantage in fame is that I have been able to give it a political use. Otherwise, it is quite uncomfortable. The problem is that you’re famous for twenty-four hours a day and you can’t say, “Okay, I won’t be famous until tomorrow,” or press a button and say, “I won’t be famous here or now.”

"They asked me if I knew of any drugs, so I told them about your smile"


Fantasia Killa. 


No Mayo Six

When we go digital we trade empathy for narcissism. Lose physical presence for specters of unemotional attachment.


Everything’s better in slo-mo.