“Today is another one of those gloomy days for me. Imagine if the world consisted entirely of sand at the sea and that sand was turning into ants grain by grain. Imagine if those ants were in the front of your skull and the sea was in the back. That’s exactly how I feel. But there’s a reason for it: the ants. In the back of my skull, where thoughts form, there’s nothing but water – and the occasional crab.”