The romanticised life where all the great poetry and music and art of the world comes from is great but it requires a lot of self-indulgence.
I’ve been quite fascinated by the relative insignificance of human existence the shortness of life. We might as well be a letter in a word in a sentence on a page in a book in a library in a city in one country in this enormous universe! And that kind of fear and insignificance has kept me awake at night.
I’m not religious I’m not romantic and I live purely by logic. I make every decision by logic and sometimes that leads me to the right and sometimes to the wrong decision.
I know there are lots of positives in the evolution of technology but I also think it will be responsible for the end of a unique character of a specific kind of geographical culture. The world is getting so small and mass production is getting so big. Everything is in danger of becoming the same.
I get up go and get a coffee and go do the crossword – I’m loyal to one particular paper the ‘Guardian’ – and that’s my idea of a perfect morning.
I feel increasingly like age is very irrelevant. Quite often cynicism is confused with wisdom and my scorn is confused with a knowing which I don’t have.
I love the way you can fall in love with a piece of literature how words alone can get your heart doing that.
I need some isolation it’s necessary to me that’s just who I am. I need to be left alone.