In terms of what is expressed, antinatalism is a strong presence, not always explicit, in what I write.

When we fail to live up to our ideals, for instance, we might begin to wonder who we are - most people are aware of a discrepancy, I think. There are idiosyncrasies and foibles, but we're not sure if these are essential. Some people think they are the most essential things of all.

This strong sense of who I am that I've always had, since I was very young, is what makes me write.

[My muse] likes to inhabit tea leaves, sunlight filtered through bamboo, melancholy clouds over the Devon coastline, a weedy railroad crossing in the Southern States, bubblegum pop from the sixties, torch songs from the forties, undersea caves where B-movie octopi grapple with men in loincloths, sacred groves of pink anime dryads, Victorian fairy paintings executed by gentlemen in lunatic asylums and so on.

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 I'm probably too close to the seventies to be able to analyse them (it?) effectively.