I like the concept of an anti-muse, though I'm not quite sure what that is. If there is such a thing in my life, I suppose it is just this weariness, this sense that it is more fulfilling not to exist, to efface all traces, than to limit oneself to the determined expression of manifestation.

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

If we do want to do that [ colonise space to survive, ], then vacuous materialism is not going to be enough for us.

You might call this innocence. I had a sense of another world that had not been spoken of to me.

We all know about the car breaking down on a deserted road scenario. That's cliché. I'm thinking more of Cider with Rosie, as in, the dark side.

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

The peculiar thing is that, in focusing only on the here and now, Buddhism seems to despise the world.