No words today, except these brief ones.  Instead, I invite you into my Sanctuary.  Into my home.  When all the madness outside gets too much, it’s nice to close the door and savour – even for ten seconds – total silence.

I can’t live in minimalism.  I need stimulae otherwise I rot away.  If there is a space on a wall, it is covered with something.  I collect shit I don’t need.  I keep old bottles so I look like a wasted soak.  It is in the words of a friend ‘controlled chaos’.