I am a genius. I have my finger on the pulse of our time. While transcending our time. While transcending all time. I am immortal. The artist is always immortal.

The people in my writers group are very fond of me. Especially this one old man, Phil:

"What Will is trying to say is that we are acting in bad faith. Underneath the pornography, the scatology, etcetera, Will is telling us that we are fallen. That the world is fallen. That his generation, especially, is the last and worst generation. Will is following the existential tradition of Nietzsche, of Dostoyevsky. He may very well be a genius. There aren't too many geniuses left in the world nowadays. Publishing nowadays is GARBAGE! GARBAGE!!!" At this point Phil pounds the desk with his fist. "Detective stories and romance novels! Will doesn't write that junk! Will is one of the last true artists and his genius is very rare."

Gee, do you wonder why I LOVE this group? Phil has also had a very distinguished life. He was a book and magazine editor for 40 years. He worked alongside Jackie O. and was good friends with her. So he has been around.

So what are my motivations for attacking my generation and our culture as it exists now? Well, anger, mostly. Like everyone else I just wanted to be happy. I was very eager to accept the trivial and mediocre, but they had no interest in accepting me. The real world was not just unaccomodating but outright hostile. So I built my own world which has always saved me and will save me yet.