There's not much point in getting any heavier... there's too many things to read and look at.

I was studying Tibetan Buddhism when I was quite young, again influenced by Kerouac.

Nature Boy There was a boy A very strange enchanted boy They say he wandered very far, very far Over land and sea A little shy And sad of eye But very wise Was he And then one day A magic day he passed my way And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings This he said to me “The greatest thing You’ll ever learn Is just to love And be loved In return

I just put drugs down to luck. I persevere quite honestly, and I've got a fair amount of discipline that keeps me out of deep water.

I find it easier to write in these little vignettes; if I try to get any more heavy, I find myself out of my league.

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

But I'm pretty good with collaborative thinking. I work well with other people.