Sometimes, because I also study writing, I feel encumbered by the need for explanations. The need to explain how my writing works. To justify what I’m doing. Why all this talk about deathbeds or lack of deathbeds and trees falling?
This need for explanation is not a real need — one of the perks of creative writing is that you never have to explain yourself.
Still. Permit me just this one explanation.
I have said that this isn’t my story and I have said that I’m trying to say more than my story. More than. But maybe this isn’t clear.
What I mean is…that I am trying to illustrate a way that things could happen more than I’m trying to tell you what happened. I’m trying to say: This is how people start to feel isolated. No — this is one way people could feel isolated. This is one way people could fall through the cracks. These are some of the cracks. Here they are.