I don't think I understand the concept of regret. Because if I regret anything, that would mean, like, I hate myself.
From Tao Lin
I don't have a definition for depression. I'm productive, and that's not a sign of depression, right? And I don't have weeks where I don't leave my bed. It seems like depressed people have those.
I like part-time jobs in restaurants.
I'm not being secretive about anything. I just actually don't have opinions about society.
I can discern that certain things have an effect on certain other things, but I don't view those effects as good or bad. If a context and a goal is defined, I could say if it's good or bad. But overall, I don't view things as good or bad.
If I were really rich, I would be flying places, I think.
I haven't written about an immigrant experience because I haven't experienced that before and am focused on existential themes.
I think I've written about family and things in 'Taipei' which could be considered Asian culture.
My first book was poetry, but I didn't write it first. I wrote it third. So my first two books were prose.
If I don't like someone and I start reading their stuff, it seems like my brain will just automatically start criticizing everything that's there. It's really hard to read a book without having all this outside information telling you what to think about it.
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