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My dad came here at 15 and worked in a factory for 40 years and is now sick because sufficient health and safety equipment was not provided. 

I think making music is the equivalent of being a builder, a construction worker. So the head is made of bricks. 

The buildings of the city form a maze around us. Each one is a box that contains us and our strange actions. 

I love the architecture of nature, from cost woods, to caves, to the vastness of the sea and lakes. The world is one big room. The mountains are tables. 

The beautiful masks of wise faces look down upon us, watching our lives and guiding us along the twisted path. 

The brain is an absolutely fascinating organ. Mine’s been messed in the past, when I took anti depressants, wasn’t doing Yoga. But now I am fulfilled, operating at my most productive state, understand myself, life is good. 

We’ve all had things go wrong. All ended up in hospital at some point. I had to have my tonsils out at 35, had a laparoscopy, ear surgery as a child. It can be terrifying not knowing what is going on beyond that wall of skin.