2nd May – We’d like to be unhappy, but we never do have the time.

Earlier, I endured a Proustian, bollocks-first, flight, onto a hard and sharp object. Now, suddenly, I experience a Eureka moment that is also Euphoric. I transcend the earthly to the numinous, accompanied by easy-listening, Euro-pop, played on a euphonium.

5th Mar – I hear you talking, when I’m on the street.

My position, in short: that once you step down from the conveyor belt, you surrender your natural position in life, no longer capable of resuming that which you were once destined to be.