You are going to think I’m strange, but I sleep in a chair. It’s a mamasan chair, one of those bowl-shaped, bamboo contraptions from the South Pacific with a huge round cushion that fits into the ‘bowl’. It’s very soft, very comfortable [with the help of a couple of pillows] for my poor, messed up [...]
I'm not really famous. In case you were wondering. But I tried. I once believed that fame makes you real - a perversion of "The Velveteen Rabbit" theme that love makes you real. Guess I equated fame with love. Sad. You can read more about that here.