Why do I write super-short stories? Because I can’t stand reading long stories. Indeed, most of the time I don’t want to read anything beyond two pages, and even that’s pushing it. Unless you grab my attention as fiercely as a guy who, after jumping off the Empire State Building observation deck, decides, somewhere around the 90th floor, that oh fuck he made a mistake, and by some mixture of sheer luck, so-called divine intervention, and King Kong’s hand, finds himself at least able to cling to a birdshit-slippery ledge by his fingertips, I’m just not interested. End of story.