Meira

When I was little I wanted to go to college. Skip grammar school, skip high school and it’s trappings, and suddenly materialize at UC Berkeley. I’d have a girlfriend and when we wanted to be alone we’d just lock the door and tell everyone we were studying.

After studying ‘really old stuff’ I’d live far away from anyone, in a tower – so I could see people coming – with a cat and a refrigerator. And I would sit in the tower and write books until someday, I died. That was my plan.

But of course, none of it happened that way.