It is exactly those kind of moments in life that encourage me to get up in
the morning and it's got everything to do with sensation but nothing to do
with sensational. It's purely spiritual, not like a religion or a contained
doctrine handed down by institutional monkeys all chasing the same banana.
It's about a sense of being, a sense of place and has everything to do with
nothing and everything at the same time. I am tired of pretending to be
something else, someone else. As I have grown older, discovering the tricks
of the trade, learnt more about surviving and keeping my real identity
separate from others who would not normally understand my personal realness.
I have had to become a spy in a world that as a matter of course denies real
sensuality from the individual, unless it is hidden or sold as a product. I
have redesigned myself, adapted and mutated to my given surroundings yet I
have remained true to my dreams.