I went for a walk in the rain. Recently, whenever it rains, I feel like I want to go for a walk.

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 associate my childhood with two things, mainly: the North Devon countryside and a sense of connection to another world.

I feel that Nagai Kafu was a writer who cold stitch together apparently meaningless moments like these into a lyrical whole, and has enhanced my ability to do the same with my own life.

If future history is not to be just one damned thing after another in space, then what we really have to do is in some way overcome this linear experience of time that makes all existence a quest for something that will never be found.And philosophies such as Zen seem to hint that this is possible.

Lots of things were there [in the seventies], in the social experience, but not quite named, lurking like a stranger on the edge of the playground.

It's interesting, the sense of pastoral utopia that exists in so much fantasy - in [Edward ] Dunsany, [John R.R.] Tolkien and so on.