Life is a chaotic carousel constantly spinning and it's our job to learn how to grab ahold of the moving poles because the carousel never stops. Years are spent grieving, years are spent falling in love, years are spent working and chasing dreams, and some years are spent in such pain, you have practically fallen off the carousel.
Underneath this very majestic staircase in the basement apartment, Truman Capote was putting the finishing touches on Miss Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's and capturing the twisted murder of In Cold Blood. Along with a recently published cache of photographs by David Attie of Capote and his Brooklyn Heights neighborhood, you can still see where Capote lived and worked and get a feel for his special world.
It showed me an adult life that was about parties and friends and sex and sparkling wit and messiness and creativity and longing for something outside of convention. It gave me the insatiable appetite to reach beyond my circumstances. It gave me a vista of what kind of life was possible for a homosexual like me.
Then Junot Diaz asked me a question: "What could you possibly write that would interest people?" This being a reference to my age, and possibly my closed-off suburban background. I know that it was not meant as an insult, but at the same time, how would he know if my writing could interest people just by looking at me?