“The intellectual is the worst thing there is. He invents things and then he believes them. He decides the novel is dead but then he finds a novel and says he discovered it. If you say the novel is dead, it is not the novel. It is you who are dead.”
I live in San Francisco, the city of the eternal Saturday afternoon.
I make food. I eat food. I go places. I take pictures of those places.
But I always cook too much pasta.