I already read everything. I read poems and plays and novels and newspapers and comic books and magazines. I read tins in supermarkets and leaflets that come through the door, unsolicited mail. None of it lasts long and it doesn't give me answers. Reading too fast is not soothing.
Writing is problematic.
I cover paper with words as fast as painting. Sometimes it's indecipherable and I throw it away. Visiting is awkward. The place I live is an annexe of nowhere and besides, I don't like to wish myself on anyone. Walking is awful.