People are fools, not monsters

Humour is God's special gift to humanity. Handy, because it turns out to be necessary.

I never start with what lots of people think of as a subject or a theme. They're school words, not art words. So, writing essays busts my arse because the art is in addressing the subject. I find it really difficult and monstrously time-consuming. In an essay I need to employ my imagination but it's indentured in a way it's not when I'm free to make everything up.

Life is wild by definition. And organic existence is violent. Though I find this hard to accept. And I know it goes against the cultural grain of therapeutic smoothing so dominant in what we like to call 'cultural discourse'.

Doing nothing is making certain you lose. Which is just gutless.

It’s how I fill the time when nothing’s happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.

It's impossible to imagine what Australia would be like without surfing.