the same feeling accompanied my reading of last year’s horne prize winner – a hollow-bodied effervescence where the words take on a mysterious power, as though they hold secrets that a deeper reading would uncover, as though there’s a way of arranging words that is more desirable than any other way, as though there is one right way. this hollow feeling seeps into my efforts to string words together here (anywhere); with an outcome in mind of reproducing this soda stream, rather than simply writing what is true in a moment, of a moment. the truth should be much simpler and easier to articulate because it’s a matter of communication, of channeling a perception of the world back into the world, rather than an attempt to impress or be perceived as intelligent or desirable. that is the trick of the ego, the challenge of getting out of your own way. this is my most engrossing challenge at the moment.