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Tutorials and talking about books in university bars and cafes. The co-op bookshop, my altar and place of pilgrimage. Afternoons and nights at the pub, smokey clubs and incense in share houses. Thinking… it was all never going to end. Those books have gone now, with the many moves and

Too hard! It’s like a necklace made up of jewels of moments. You string them up and hope there will be more to come. You don’t have to win the lottery, just treasure moments that are simple but precious. I carved this gem out of an interview with

Always be a friend rather than have a friend. It takes just one friend to feel less isolated. “I feel like my big busy life has fallen in on itself.” Loneliness has always been a shapeless slippery part of the human psyche. Far from being a rare and curious circumstance,

I gaze into the porthole. Sixteen hours, sixteen years, sixteen thousand kilometres away there’s an emerging day - a beautiful dawn. There’s a resonating rasp raised on cold winds. A half bitten lip brings comfort from contemplation. The euphoria is tangible, tactile. Good feelings emanate and translate. It’

Wholly satisfying, forever untainted, ageless and reliable, desires are so desirable. They come in a great many varieties, artistic, sporting, intellectual, epicurean. Desires attach to ambition, to ideas, to music, to art, to literature, to others. Most desires are created by the mind and there they can stay - no

Longboard surfers let the wave rub up against them and respond to its cues rather than imposing themselves upon it. Maybe I’m becoming an existential longboarder, allowing life to rub up against me and responding to its cues, not imposing myself upon it. If I could wish away the

I am not concerned with gifts given in spite or fear, nor those gifts we accept out of servility or obligation. My concern is the gift we long for, the gift that, when it comes, speaks commandingly to the soul and irresistibly moves us. There are other forms of property