I never wanted to be a prophet or a saviour. Elvis maybe

In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

You're better than no one and no one is better than you.

Creativity has much to do with experience, observation and imagination, and if any one of those key elements is missing, it doesn't work.