and if there is a way to find you, I will find you. but will you find me if Neil makes me a tree

I collect art books. I have hundreds and hundreds of them and they get me to start hearing things. Sometimes people look at them, but I find that visual art gets me listening, gets me hearing things.

My father was strict, but he recognised my ability and got a lot of flak from the church for supporting me.

Though I can't change what happened, I can choose how to react. And I don't want to spend the rest of my life being bitter and locked up.

Many people lock a part of themselves away. It's a bit sacred.

If I was writing songs just for me I'd only play them in my living room, alone.

I'm too wacky for most weirdos. Who am I to judge?