Equally, We Require A Collective Past -

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

The Day Is Refracted, And The Next And The One After That, All Of Them Broken Up Into A Hundred Juggled Segments, Each Brilliant And Self-contained So That The Hours Are No Longer Linear But Assorted Like Bright Sweets In A Jar.

You Learn A Lot, Writing Fiction.

I Do Like To Embed A Fictional Character Firmly In An Occupation.

We Make Choices But Are Constantly Foiled By Happenstance.