I’m not saying that just to be woke

Sex is no longer sexy. I’m not saying that just to be woke, or to show how above bodily functions I’ve risen, but to reflect the boredom everyone feels with the private aspect of the physical.

What you do in private is obviously your business, but don’t try and flog it as art. Suddenly there’s a silence in the room, and the critics start to huff and puff. Intimate love, of course, is a subject for artists to consider, and then so are intimate forms of hate.

I don’t know how to picture hatred. I’ve said it before. It just does not enter my creative brain. In the queue at the bank I dropped a whole handful of paint brushes out of a shopping bag, and they cluttered to the ground. Nobody helped to pick them up.

I got down on my knees. And the only saving grace was that I didn’t lose my place in the queue. That was kept for me, in a show of consideration for my situation.

A man on his knees in a banking hall would seem to be a funny yet poignant image. If I was a filmmaker I’d definitely shoot that, instead of a couple in a loving embrace, in a bedroom. 

The song Love is a Drug dated back to 1975, slightly before my time. But throughout time, love has continued to be one of the strongest drugs there is. Even though we can’t seem to hang onto the high.  - Fringe