England Has Become A Squalid, Uncomfortable, Ugly

...i Love 'yes.' It's Practically The Most Interesting Word Of All, Don't You Think?" Like A Hinge Opening A Door Outward. Yes, Yes, Yes.

These Days Everyone Was Insisting On Their Identity, Coming Out As A Man, Woman, Gay, Black, Jew - Brandishing Whichever Features They Could Claim, As If Without A Tag They Wouldn’t Be Human.

For Mum, Life Was Fundamentally Hell. You Went Blind, You Got Raped, People Forgot Your Birthday, Nixon Got Elected, Your Husband Fled With A Blonde From Beckenham, And Then You Got Old, You Couldn't Walk And You Died.

I Guess Writing Is A Kind Of Therapy In The Sense That There Are Things You Need To Say And You Say Them, And Better Out Than In.

I Don't Want To Be Loved. I Want To Be Desired. Love Is Safety, But Desire Is Foul.