/lit/ - Literature

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>Charlie Rose: What were your inspirations, what made you decide to write, Anon?
>Me: Well, sometimes I would have this feeling when I finished something. A show, a book, a piece of art, an album. But it would only happen 1% of the time. This deep, meaningful sorrow mixed with satisfaction. This unbelievable feeling that would dissipate about three days later. Not just this 'oh that's fun I liked that flick' type deal but something close to the nerve of the human condition. I kept questioning it. I kept asking my friends with doctorates in psychology and philosophy what this feeling was and how to I make it in my art. Eventually I just started going at it and kept writing. Throwing away anything that didn't elicit that feeling by the end of it.
>Charlie Rose: Then who made this feeling happen?
>Me: Well, DFW, Anno, AJJ, LoGH, Steinbeck, Kafka. A bunch of stupid stuff that not everyone likes. It's probably all subjective and I just have daddy issues. Y'know I've always said DAD stands for Death Abandonment Divorce.
>Charlie Rose: Now you say abandonment. You used to be a lawyer, correct? Why did you stop?
I'm going to die alone and none of my dreams will come true.