W. says some really insightful things about “Frank,” which is making me kind of sit here with a weird smile on my face.
He says, “I usually try not to over think my reading, but I really have to wonder if Phillips intended the story to be a metaphor for how day-to-day life makes us all into zombies and the toll that takes on our relationships.” And I can safely say, no, that is not at all what I had in mind. And yet, holy shit, I think “Frank” totally supports that kind of a reading of it.
And that really, truly makes me feel like an artist, like something I wrote that I thought was so obviously one thing can be seen by someone as something completely else. It means more than I can take credit for.
That feels really, really incredible.