The imagination is fertile. From seeds of the imagination, much is made manifest.

I was born in the seventies, age of bad haircuts and grainy colour photos.

I grew up with tarot cards and the reading of tea leaves.

When I think back on it, I have a sense of relaxation, as if in the seventies no one had to try to be anyone other than who they were. I'm sure that's not really true, but that's how I remember it, and I suppose it might be relatively true.

[My muse] is, in fact, a woman of the world, and precisely because of this, hopes that a diversity of cultures will endure, and that one bland monoculture does not swamp everything.

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

I'm not sure if there is a cultural loss of innocence specifically associated with the seventies. The oil crisis? The Watergate scandal? I really don't know. There's nothing there on the scale of Hiroshima.