An Artist's Concern Is To

The World Is Crawling With Authors Touring Now. They're Like Performance Artists.

All I Know Is That I've Wasted All These Years Looking For Something, A Sort Of Trophy I'd Get Only If I Really, Really Did Enough To Deserve It. But I Don't Want It Anymore, I Want Something Else Now, Something Warm And Sheltering, Something I Can Turn To, Regardless Of What I Do, Regardless Of Who I Become. Something That Will Just Be There, Always, Like Tomorrow's Sky. That's What I Want Now, And I Think It's What You Should Want Too. But It Will Be Too Late Soon. We'll Become Too Set To Change. If We Don't Take Our Chance Now, Another May Never Come For Either Of Us.

The Problem, As I See It, Is That You've Been Told And Not Told. You've Been Told, But None Of You Really Understand, And I Dare Say, Some People Are Quite Happy To Leave It That Way.

It Was Like There Was Some Parallel Universe We All Vanished Off To Where We Had All This Sex.

She Might Be A Great Person, But Life's So Much Bigger Than Just Loving Someone.