I Didn't Write Anything Until

Grief-stricken. Stricken Is Right; It Is As Though You Had Been Felled. Knocked To The Ground; Pitched Out Of Life And Into Something Else.

It Seems To Me That Everything That Happens To Us Is A Disconcerting Mix Of Choice And Contingency.

There's A Preoccupation With Memory And The Operation Of Memory And A Rather Rapacious Interest In History.

Mythology Is Much Better Stuff Than History. It Has Form; Logic; A Message.

I've Always Been Fascinated By The Operation Of Memory - The Way In Which It Is Not Linear But Fragmented, And Its Ambivalence.