I Can't Envision An Honest War Novel

But I Remember Being Told That The Truth Does Not Depend On Being Believed.

All Pain Is The Same. Only The Details Are Different.

I've Been Writing Poems And Stories Since I Was About 13.

I Understand That It's Incredibly Difficult To Watch What's Happening On The News Every Day And Not Become Inured To It. I've Fallen Victim To That Myself, Wanting To Look Away.

The War Came To Me In My Dreams And Showed Me Its Sole Purpose: To Go On, Only To Go On.