i like the idea of floating away. of lying down and dissolving. It sounds so over dramatic, it’s not supposed to. When I was little, I used to read Peter Pan incessantly. The idea of being taken away to another land – by flying. What child wouldn’t love that? The world today is pretty shit. Intolerance is abundant. Fear and hatred are encouraged. How are we supposed to survive? Are we supposed to wake up, walk out of our homes and just get on with it? Sometimes I just want to scream out loud. I want to write things down that I want everyone to see and sometimes I just want to vent in private, for my eyes only – that sort of thing. But I usually end up restless, never deciding on anything.