I thought I could capture the stories of the city on paper.

I thought I could capture the stories of the city on paper. I thought I could write about the horrors of the city. Horror stories you see. I tell you I didn’t have to look far for material. Everywhere I looked, there were stories hidden there in the dark corners. . . . I wrote and still there were more. . . . No one would publish them. ‘Too horrible,’ they said. ‘Sick mind,’ they said. I thought I could write about the horrors of the city but the horror is too big and it goes on forever.