I suppose I could say that to be interested in innocence already suggests a remove from innocence, perhaps a longing for something that is lost.

Nonetheless, I'm not sure this entirely accounts for my Buddhist voice, which tells me forever to give up writing, to give up on relationships, simply to give up. Whatever it is, it doesn't seem to me to be the voice of innocence.

I've never been baptised.

On the other hand, the seventies were drab. That is, I am utterly fascinated by the fifties and sixties.

I think the seventies caught the last red rays of the dying sun of this innocence, but were already a little cold and drab.

I think [imagination] very austere element of Buddhism is also linked with a strong antinatalist strain in the philosophy. The Buddha was enlightened when he destroyed the house of body and soul into which he would otherwise have been forever reborn. This is clearly antinatalism.

The research reading I did for Fascination and Liberation included some Jung, and I noticed that he had a similar impression of Buddhism to myself, that, if it weren't for certain qualifying clauses, the philosophy would be downright suicidal.