Far be it from me to question any writer’s motivations,but few notions are as alien to me as “posterity.” I have never resonated with aspirationsof “leaving a legacy,” or “being read and remembered.” For me writing is anactive engagement with the depths, the latent, the hidden. My work is bestrealized when I effectively disappear and just allow the images to flow. Whilewriting, I am in an imaginal dialogue, and I publish work in the hope that itwill spark that same sense of the numinous in readers, allowing them to engagewith the perennial Mystery of being, here and now, in their own way. Writingand reading are living, dynamic processes to me. They are not static sanctuariesbecause death is not our enemy.

In the black vastness of eternity, no one and nothing willbe remembered. Not you, not me, not our books. We are here in a particularconfiguration for but a moment, and then we are dissembled into something else.I write to embrace this process, not to evade it. I am not striving to beOzymandias. I write in favour of those shadows that eclipse our mirages ofpermanence...