Time May Change Me, But I Can't

Make The Best Of Every Moment. We're Not Evolving. We're Not Going Anywhere.

I Was Told That It Was Cool To Fall In Love, And That Period Was Nothing Like That To Me. I Gave Too Much Of My Time And Energy To Another Person And They Did The Same To Me And We Started Burning Out Against Each Other. And That Is What Is Termed Love.

Some Of Us, I Think, Us Small, Pompous Arty Ones Probably Read Too Much George Steiner And Kind Of Got The Idea That We Were Entering To This Kind Of Post-culture Age And That We'd Better Do Something Postmodernist - Quickly, Before Somebody Else Did.

In My Madness I See Your Face In Mine.

I Don't Think I Did Anything That My Contemporaries Didn't; It Was Just That I Was The Only One Who Talked About It. In The Sixties Anyone Who Had A Sense Of Style Seemed To Be Gay. I Wanted To Indentify With That.