I couldn't think of it. I love the way I write - otherwise I wouldn't do it - but my novels are no different from anyone else's.

The things I feel are the most like me are my flash stories. My swift subject metaphors, my concepts that take up a page or less. It's not poetry or even prose; it's me waxing poetic on a strange concept, almost like philosophy, like bastardized science. I don't waste any space with them. They're thick like cheese. Packed into less than what matters.

'City Lover' is one. 'When We Were Punk'. Basically everything I'm proud of but can't sell. Won't sell. It's either rejected or pinpointed as too little of something. But I could fill a book with my things, my blobs, as I call them. Snippets. Are they poetry or what? I can't decide. But they're different. Hard. Consolidated ideas. Never a single waste of space.