“I close my eyes and think of all the things I don’t want. And visualise them rolling by, vacuum cleaners, 3D TVs, new hones and cars and hand bags, a near house in the suburbs. I think of how unhappy these things would make me and then I am free. If you don’t want these things they can never truly have you. Then I think of wood and I think of my bones as wood, something slow and put here a long time ago.”
