I Rather Like Getting Away From Fiction.

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.

The Idea That Memory Is Linear Is Nonsense. What We Have In Our Heads Is A Collection Of Frames. As To Time Itself-can It Be Linear When All These Snatches Of Other Presents Exist At Once In Your Mind? A Very Elusive And Tricky Concept, Time.

Unless I Am A Part Of Everything I Am Nothing.

I Do Like To Embed A Fictional Character Firmly In An Occupation.

There's A Preoccupation With Memory And The Operation Of Memory And A Rather Rapacious Interest In History.