At Some Point You Have To Accept Your Life’s Work Has Been For Naught

Or not.

Abstract from I Love You, We Said

I don’t think my book, I Love You, We Said, sold more than 20 to 30 copies. It’s a fucking travesty.

I’m not especially modest about it. Why would I be? It’s good, as good as it can be. As good as anything comparable out there — or near enough; I’m not entirely crazy. Walter Rhein compares it to Rubber Soul…