“You can’t just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can’t plan the moment you lose your way in the first place.”

People don’t look real. Their eyebrows look like they’re airbrushed. They’re like cartoons. Everything is so perfect. They look computer-generated because they live on the internet. They live in photographs. Marie-Antoinette lived inside Versailles. If you weren’t there, you didn’t see how insane it was, and there was still a revolution. Now you’re seeing all these people - their boats and planes and jewels and cars and clothes. I’m turned off by the excess of it - and I live in that world.

I am not looking to escape my darkness, I am learning to love myself there.

They’re the salt of the earth, those girls. They don’t sit each night and compare notes on groups, criticising lyrics, asking if it’s valid. They just play the record… yeah, and maybe they dance. I love them. I love them dearly.

I and me are always too deeply in conversation.