I Have To Confess I'm Not A

I Think Any Writer Coming On To Batman Should At Least Attempt To Do Their Own Definitive Version. What It Means To Them. Whatever They Think That Symbol Or Character Can Say.

We Tell Our Children They're Trapped Like Rats On A Doomed, Bankrupt, Gangster-haunted Planet With Dwindling Resources, With Nothing To Look Forward To But Rising Sea Levels And Imminent Mass Extinctions, Then Raise A Disapproving Eyebrow When, In Response, They Dress In Black, Cut Themselves With Razors, Starve Themselves, Gorge Themselves, Or Kill One Another.

There Are Dozens Of Unfinished Or Aborted Projects In My Files, But I Can Only Assume They Don't Get Done Because They're Not Robust Enough To Struggle Through The Birth Process.

I Write Dozens And Dozens Of Pages More Than I Need, And Then Edit Them Down To Size. It's More Like Sculpture Than Construction.

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.