I Couldn't Think Of One

The Big Problem Is Time. I Don't Have Enough Of It To Do All The Things I Think About Doing.

The 'medium' Is Unaware Of Its Attractiveness, That's All. Everyone Loves Comics. I've Proven This To My Own Satisfaction By Handing Them Out To Acountants, Insurance Brokers, Hairdressers, Mothers Of Children, Black Belts, Pop Stars, Taxi Drivers, Painters, Lesbians, Doctors Etc. Etc. The X-files, Buffy, The Matrix, X-men - Mainstream Culture Is Not What It Once Was When Science Fiction And Comics Fans Huddled In Cellars Like Gnostic Christians Dodging The Romans. We Should Come Up Into The Light Soon Before We Suffocate.

Sometimes It’s Only Madness That Makes Us What We Are.

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.

Imagine The Earth’s Population Of Six Billion People Reduced To Just One Hundred Representatives. Statistically, That Makes 30 White, 70 Non-white. It Means 6 People Own 59% Of The Wealth And They All Live In North America. 80 Are In Substandard Housing. One Has An Education. One Owns A Computer. Don’t Blame Me If It All Sounds Crazy.