Realism is a bad word. In a sense everything is realistic. I see no line between the imaginary and the real.
They don't call it the Internet anymore, they call it cloud computing. I'm no longer resisting the name. Call it what you want.
I have a lot of rage about things that didn't happen to me, tied up with watching an immigrant, working-class father struggle to make his way through the world - and seeing how society was modeled to keep him in his place.

