Love is born from disagreeing over something we believe in. Hate is born from disagreeing over something we fear.

Cambodian dust whipped up in the wind and stuck to my clothes like clay. I put a hand between my face and the sun and blinked Phnom Penn dust from my tired eyes. One idea,...

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but us sheep know, true beauty is not in the eye: it lives in the mind.

She danced like no one was watching, but she knew that I was.

In the end, they will say this of the human race: they had the freedom to go anywhere, but sat in front of the television. They were each responsible for saving the world, but they...

His fingers are too long and when he talks he uses them to point out moments in his sentences. When he does, as the tips of his spindly fingers touch the words his mouth forms,...

Blobfish, the guy who snapped a hamsters neck, myself, the homeless guy who has never thrown a punch (but has killed a fox) and Dickface, the man obsessed with trees and touching himself in public,...

Without a passport humans wouldn’t know where they’re from, who they are or who their enemy is, and their enemy wouldn’t know why they had an enemy, what language they spoke, and where best to...

My landlord lives in the flat at the bottom of the stairs. I rent a studio flat from him, and live at the top of the staircase. There are two more flights of stairs and...

Parents raise children then grow old, and their children forget the things their old parents did for them, because their brains don’t remember before they grew selfish.There are buildings all over the world full of...

If humans did not manufacture some of their own to appear like better people, people would not aspire to be someone else. They would stop dreaming. And if people didn’t dream, they would be awake...

My eyes open after my mind. All eyes always do.

If humans had nothing to fight for, they would fight for nothing.

Winter has arrived in North London. Snow has settled. The white snow looks beautiful and covers everything my eyes can see, yet beneath the incomprehensible beauty, the snow freezes greenery which struggles to breathe. Green...

When human men hold an object that makes a powerful noise, or has moving parts, or spins around fast, or has a button they can push (which either screws or nails something) they become Gods...

Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.

Nobody has to do anything wrong to end up living a life that feels like it’s not their own, all they have to do is take a step back, and hope for the best.

I listened to the crashing thundering of a tiny tear tumbling like a wave down her beautiful face.

A watched pot never boils, but if I took my eyes from these negative thoughts for a second they would spill over the edges of my lips, and boil the beautiful moment alive as we...

The word begone is a Russian doll. A small, single word, which contains so many others; and when all the smaller words inside line up, they look like a bridge: Be Beg Ego Go On...

You are put in school to be trained to become exactly what they want you to be: not them, anything but them. They live on a golden island and have the key to the only...

Without the sleeping bag I’m just somebody up early in the morning, sitting under a tree. With the sleeping bag I’m nobody up early, sitting under a tree: a slight, but important difference in how...

Ask questions then talk over answers, shout loudly you love everyone, try and hug people, confide in them that you are a sheep, offer them the last grass in your pockets.Then watch with a smile...

Small quarrels and tensions were expected because of our new environment. Every relationship has them. Each quarrel was soon forgotten and floated away on a wave. And then sometimes, on our silly days, the arguments...

We used to talk and smile seven days ago when I was wearing a suit. Now I’m dressed in a beard and smell of dog shit I don’t even get eye contact. I ask her...

We dream of the world we could have made, and wake up in the world that we did.

Stale beer sticks to wobbling tables. The cigarette machine flashes in the corner, mocking smokers who never have any change on them. There’s no natural light in this pub, so it’s dark and gloomy. The...

They spend billions of their currency every year on killing each other, and because they invest so much into killing, they don’t have enough money to run their shops, to give people enough homes or...

Some days I am the flower beneath the machine. And the machine rolls slowly on, blocking the sun, without a care for what it tramples beneath.

Better to live dreaming, than dream of living.

Sleep doesn’t come easy when a broken twig conjures images of a hulking mental patient snapping the arms off children, over by the bin.

the third world.

The days and the light feel like brief moments of torture, put here to remind us of what we don’t have any more. Joy is instantaneous, that, is the wonder of joy. Misery and suffering...

The question should be who do we want to be when we grow up, not what.

His smile is a stranger resting on a haunted face, only coming out for poisons turning him into a ghost.

Once upon a time humans faced each other and pulled thoughts from minds, advanced rapidly, revolutionised industry and evolved explosively. Then one day they stopped, and stared at a box. They grew fat and awkward...

I stared up in disbelief at the information my eyes fed my brain, and lost myself to the stars.For the first time in my life I had a greater idea of how infinitesimally small our...

I don’t want to wake up. I can’t feel the cold of life. I can’t feel fear in my dreams. When awake we are green and red bits glowing under a machine, lights turn off...

He brings the cigarette butt to his mouth and lights up. He breathes in, and coughs; a rattling helicopter with a broken blade crashing into a herd of trombone playing sheep falling off a cliff...

Our problems come not from what we believe, but from how we believe in what we do.

Friday dusk becomes Friday evening. The park is feverish with life. A young Asian man screams into his mobile phone, not stopping to listen: a young man with his heart in his penis.

At the end of the world the sunset is like a child smashing a pack of crayons into God’s face.

I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco for a couple of nights, before flying back to the UK. My hotel was a desperate grey block made from paper and people’s screams. At night...

The builder has ginger curly hair on top of his head, and a thick moustache. He has the look of a McDonald’s manager from 1970 who spends his evenings sitting in the smoky back row...

I was just another lost soul screaming through the paper thin hotel walls into the ears of the fucked.

Some humans have a notion covering up their face makes them stand out to other people who don’t notice them, because they look like everyone else.They take away the beauty of individuality, by building their...

They put money into attack, by calling it defence.