I can only live as a foreigner. It is an honest modus that highlights my difference, freeing for I am never expected to know and follow the mores of the locals. It allows for a relative degree of ignorance and naiveté that punctures life's hot air balloon. I obsess and write about America as I see it from an inside-the-seams outsider's point of view, because its ideology has the ominous power to permeate and homogenize the rest of the world. I'd like my writing to span the lonely treacherous soul of America. English is not my first language; this allows me to hear it objectively, free sign from referent, use and abuse the vernacular without the learned or sentimental hesitations and respect for vast traditions that restricted me in my own tongue; I purposefully write in American because it is the Latin of the postmodern world. Every writer is an outsider; and all human activity is a striving after the wind, so those less weighty catch up the best. I write best as an exile.
PS: There is no greater art than the art of daily life. The talent for living well is the most substantial; so I try to fashion my life as I would create a text, driven by sheer desire and imagination, with no regard to rules, limits or fears, feasting on this bottomless world.