I am on the path of destruction. I gave up trying to make anything right now and have instead started destroying or defacing things I thought I cared about. And I am not the least bit sorry. For example: I painted over every page in a beloved early edition of “Brave New World” and have begun to write what I think should be there and also turn it into a picture book. And the thing is that while I did read it and understand it and pretended to care about it when I was young, now I find it so over-thought and acknowledge how dull it is. So I am letting the story know what should really be written there and that I am now using the space it takes up as a book for something I like better. This makes me happy. I’m going to destroy more things.