Our instincts drive us to react and interact between ourselves on a symbolic level. The symbolic communication that underlines any interaction between us [which is our imagined self, as there is no self in the material sphere and as such cannot be measured]...

I come home after a long and shitty day at the office and am about to plunge down headfirst into the sofa, when I notice two glasses of bourbon on ice resting on the coffee table. ‘Sit down Henry, we need to talk.’..

Something I’ve noticed about myself: I still can’t stand being bored...