this is what the editor of bear parade thinks about on an airplane ride.

People are reading books all around me. Everybody on the plane is reading a book, except for me. The babies are reading books. The stewardesses and captains are reading books. My luggage is reading a novella. I'm typing something that will never exist on paper.

Bald people are assholes.

That will never exist on paper, me saying that. I can delete it later if I want to, if I fall in love with a bald person or go bald. I can erase my emotions and my feelings towards the bald.

I'm writing a letter to Rick Moody.