Say I feel all sad and self-indulgent, then get stung by a wasp, my misery feels quite abstract and I long just to be in spiritual pain once more - 'damn you tiny assassin, clad in yellow and black, how I crave my former innocence where melancholy was my only trial'.

The revolution that's required isn't a revolution of radical ideas, but the implementation of ideas we already have.

I have never voted. Like most people I am utterly disenchanted by politics. Like most people I regard politicians as frauds and liars and the current political system as nothing more than a bureaucratic means for furthering the augmentation and advantages of economic elites.

We continue to be spilled on by consumerism even though we know it doesn't make us happy.

Life is not a theme park, and if it is, the theme is death.

To this day, I feel a fierce warmth for women that have the same disregard for the social conventions of sexual protocol as I do. I love it when I meet a woman and her sexuality is dancing across her face, so it's apparent that all we need to do is nod and find a cupboard.

I think what's actually happened is print media is becoming obsolete, and this is like the floundering corpse of a dying media. It is just twitching.