Sometimes I feel I`m a Van Der Graaf generator fizzing quietly to itself in a derelict watermill. Sometimes I feel an enormous kinship beneath the mirrorball. Sometimes I`ll try to pull someone else out of the pelvis-crushing frenzy of revolving doors. Sometimes I feel like an earthworm in a frivolous flavoured condom. Only sometimes. I believe in the potency of the retina flash and that children do something delightful every day. I try not to mistake my daydreams for reality, but not very hard. Save some breath for invisible inks.