What I love about collaborating is that you're working with other minds that work differently to yours.

There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can't face the terror that it might all be random.

Fashion is only different skins for different flavours of you.

The problem with snapshots is that they replace actual memories. You lock down the moment and it becomes all there is of it.

Traffic in Joburg is like the democratic process. Every time you think it's going to get moving and take you somewhere, you hit another jam.

I really wanted to believe that there were these magic celestial bodies that would direct my life, tell me what to do, and it turns out it's not stars, it's some bits of screwy DNA. I'm just meat with faulty programming.

Memory is curated. All this paraphernalia you collect to ward off forgetting