I Don't Want To Be Loved. I

I Can't Sleep With You Tonight, Baby, My Head's All Messed Up, You've No Idea. It's Somewhere Else And It's Full Of Voices And Songs And Bad Things.

Our Lives Can Only Be Lived Forward And Understood Backwards. Living A Life And Understanding It Occupy Different Dimensions.

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.

My Father Was A Civil Servant, So Having A Regular Job, Being Respectable Is A Big Deal For Me. Respectable In The Sense That I Support My Family. That's What I Mean By Respectability.

If You Never Left Anything Or Anyone There Would Be No Room For The New. Naturally, To Move On Is An Infidelity -- To Others, To The Past, To Old Notions Of Oneself. Perhaps Every Day Should Contain At Least One Essential Infidelity Or Necessary Betrayal. It Would Be An Optimistic, Hopeful Act, Guaranteeing Belief In The Future -- A Declaration That Things Can Be Not Only Different But Better.