The Consideration Of Change Over The Century

I Am Addicted To Arrivals, To Those Innocent Dawn Moments From Which History Accelerates.

If We Had Not Met, That Day, I Think I Would Have Imagined You Somehow.

The Day Is Refracted, And The Next And The One After That, All Of Them Broken Up Into A Hundred Juggled Segments, Each Brilliant And Self-contained So That The Hours Are No Longer Linear But Assorted Like Bright Sweets In A Jar.

Language Tethers Us To The World; Without It We Spin Like Atoms.

I've Always Been Fascinated By The Operation Of Memory - The Way In Which It Is Not Linear But Fragmented, And Its Ambivalence.