That's really where my heart is, unfortunately - I'm less interested in songwriting and more into just making noise.

I've always been obsessed with electronics and using computers and software. It's always been part of my vernacular.

Tuesday night at the Bible study we lift our hands and pray over your body, but nothing ever happens.

I don't really have a domestic inclination. Even my apartment has a semblance of a storage facility. It's just stacks, there are no bookshelves, just books and piles of stamp collections and weird little sewing and knitting projects.

My Dad used to say that the balance of the world relied on all of the monks who were living outside of society in creative isolation. I don't quite understand the ascetic life or the private life or the monastic private life. But I definitely understand privacy's value.

I'm being explicit about really horrifying experiences in my life, but my hope has always been to be responsible as an artist and to avoid indulging in my misery, or to come off as an exhibitionist. I don't want to make the listener complicit in my vulnerable prose poem of depression, I just want to honor the experience. I'm not the victim here, and I'm not seeking other peoples' sympathy. I don't blame my parents, they did the best they could.

All the time we spent in bed, counting miles before we said, fall in love and fall apart, things will end before they start.