“My dreams are all of fire – mother says dreams usually go by opposites, so does that mean the world will end in ice?”

“I swear it only hit me then, with full conscious force, who the real villains of this piece had been from start to finish…those lying, cancerous dogs of the mainstream media!”

“My dreams are all of fire – mother says dreams usually go by opposites, so does that mean the world will end in ice?”

“He was eager to tell me about his latest work, which consisted of him vomiting on a footpath, then cordoning it off. Each artwork lasted until the first ‘philistine’ thought to take the rope down.‘In that way, the philistine is drawn – whether he likes it or not – into my art. He becomes part of it…and the vomit part of him. Essentially, it is the cosmic vomit. We all spew it. It blurs the boundaries, subverts the liminal…”

“Remember the Morning Star,” he enjoined. But I didn’t tell him about Tegg, whose face was the starry void itself...”

“Fifty grand for a paper bucket? Well it was all about context, you see.”