I Couldn't Possibly Have Sex

It's Highly Psychological, And Very Beautiful, And Overwhelming, And Real, And Trippy!

I Think All Of Us Are Living In Denial Of Our Spiritual Nature As We Continue To Participate In The Material World Even Though We Know We're Destroying The Planet We Live On.

The Economy Is Just A Metaphorical Device, It’s Not Real. That's Why It's Got The Word Con In It.

From Quite Early On, I Had This Idea Of Compartmentalized Identities - 'this Is How You Are When You Are With Your Mum, And This Is How You Are When You Are With Your Dad' - So It Seemed Like I Could Never Absolutely Be Myself. And The Image Of Myself As Compromised And Inconsistent Made Me Want To Withdraw From The World Even Further. I Had A Sense Of Formulating A Paper-mache Version Of Myself To Send Out In The World, While I Sat Controlling It Remotely From Some Smug Suburban Barracks.

My Life Is Just A Series Of Embarrassing Incidents Strung Together By Telling People About Those Embarrassing Incidents.