I roam around a lot in my territory, but what I learn at one end inflects and opens up my understanding at the other.

We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the desire between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing.

More and more I think of privatisation as being not just about the takeover of resources and power by corporate interests, but as the retreat of citizens to private life and private space, screened from solidarity with strangers and increasingly afraid or even unable to imagine acting in public.

Sometimes it seems that the fate of the world is decided entirely in the ether of electronic communications and corporate backroom deals.

There are those who receive as birthright an adequate or at least unquestioned sense of self and those who set out to reinvent themselves, for survival or for satisfaction, and travel far. Some people inherit values and practices as a house they inhabit; some of us have to burn down that house, find our own ground, build from scratch, even as a psychological metamorphosis.

There are disasters that are entirely manmade, but none that are entirely natural.

Writing is saying to no one and to everyone the things it is not possible to say to someone.