Gywn is a compendium of all stupid and vein thoughts you get when you're feeling pleased with yourself and smug, and when you feel slightly over-rewarded. It's locked in. You're never going to know the answer. Funny enough, as a subject, it's failure that is rich and complex, and poignant. Success is for the soaps.
Failure is what's interesting.
Failure is where we live. On the whole, we don't walk around gloating over our little triumphs. We walk around aching about our defeats and disappointments, and since the writer's ego is infinite, there's always some damn thing you're not getting. I read in L. A. at a place called Book Soup, partly a restaurant, and then I ate there at the bar, so I could smoke while I ate. They were chatting and having drinks.