I’ve finally decided to write about writing. Just like everyone else. There’s no need to wrap it up in any clever disguise. Disguises have been done to death. But the allure has finally drawn me. I have been raised up in a tradition that now requires me to conform. So I tried to not conform by not conforming to not conforming which was really conforming, so what the fuck is an artist supposed to do? Everyone wrote about the death of art sometime before I was even born for this very reason. Y...