“across the empty highway—how I slowed the car, prayed to survive that terrifying beauty.”

“One spring, the tree—their oak tree—developed a strange rash.”

“As I sat drenching myself in Giono’s world, it was as if I knew I had a soul.”

Fiction has always been a laboratory to study the human condition but with the advancements of technology and science becoming more commonplace, fiction has become a simulation runner to experiment on the plausible consequences of these achievements.

"I loved that, no matter where the characters went underground, they came out into the same space..I could see a double-paged spread showing a huge old fashioned attic — full of the different entry points. To me, the story said, whatever you think you know about the rules of life, forget it, ain’t necessarily true."  

I am very interested in writing about those moments when people judge each other, exploring how people’s judgments of others reflect on their own character and understanding.