All my writing is about the recognition that there is no single reality. But the beauty of it is that you nevertheless go on, walking towards utopia, which may not exist, on a bridge which might end before you reach the other side.

When the dream came into being, I always pursued it.

I think most people dont like others who, without a voice of their own, emulate the other. I certainly dont want anybody just to pick up my thoughts and hand them back to me.

Is it experimental to have been influenced by the Bible? By Saint Augustine?

I would say my theme has always been paradise lost, always the lost cause, the lost leader, the lost utopia.

When you have examined all the illusions of life and know that there isn't any reality, but you nevertheless go on, then you are a mature human being. You accept the idea that it is all mask and illusion and that people are in disguise. You see the crumbl

If there is no certain reality, the idea of following a leader must be scrutinized.