I would say that, apart from being a writer, I have also always been very conscious of the idea of a 'world elsewhere'.

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

I seem to be less depressed but also less hopeful now in my thirties. My widow's peak bothers me. I think a lot about the end of the human race. And so on.

I would say that, apart from being a writer, I have also always been very conscious of the idea of a 'world elsewhere'.

I feel like the seventies was a decade where things ran out, and where other things set in. There was just a lurking graininess and seediness about the decade, a slight grogginess of the hangover from the sixties.

I'm not an expert here. I'm talking about an experience I had rather than something I intellectually worked out. From what I can gather, the original mystery religions are still, largely, as the name suggests, mysterious. But they are associated with intoxication, fertility and resurrection.

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