Free things, going to gigs, tickets, mail, special things on special paper, parentheses, love songs, doomsongs, words and bastardisations of words, glockenspiels, not revising, fake coffee, stickers, kittens, owls, the last train, benevolent tube buskers, sneezing pandas, people I like, good hugs. Commas.
The two artists that colour and pencil-scratch and tonalise the shit out of my life, Lucy Somers and Sophie Penrose.
The ugly, lonely and long-worded.
Plenty.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, I Heart Huckabees, Before Sunrise / Before Sunset, Amèlie, High Fidelity, The Truman Show, Big Fish, Edward Scissorhands, Groundhog Day, Donnie Darko, Lost in Translation, Being John Malkovich, Adaptation, Garden State, Me and You and Everyone We Know.
Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace, You Shall Know Our Velocityby Dave Eggers, pretty much everything Douglas Coupland has ever had published, Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk, High Fidelity by Nick Hornby, Found: The Best Lost, Tossed and Forgotten Items From Around the World compiled by Davy Rothbart, Postsecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives by Frank Warren, The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith, E.E. Cummings in general, Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. Building, building...
"I hate it when people deliberately use French words in lieu of English ones."