I think about death a lot I really do because I can't believe I won't exist. It's the ego isn't it? I feel that I should retreat into a better form of Zen Buddhism than this kind of ego-dominated thing. But I don't know I mean I want to come back as a tree but I suspect that it's just not going to happen is it?
In the television age the key distinction is between the candidate who can speak poetry and the one who can only speak prose.