The Imposter
I am nothing.
Nobody knows that yet, but they will soon enough.
For mine is the business of packaging the same stale lies and truths in all kinds of boxes, shipping them out to anyone who will listen, to any who will curse these words. No one really has any monopoly on these truths whatsoever. No artist can.
But I am writing this not merely for my own edification. I am writing this as my…

