Their minds were sudden merchants: metaphor, like money, equalised the incommensurable. - China Miéville

Art's something you choose to make … it's a bringing together of … of everything around you into something that makes you more human, more khepri, whatever. More of a person.

He was, after all, the scientist-outcast, the disreputable thinker who walked out of a lucrative teaching post to engage in experiments too outrageous and brilliant for the tiny minds who ran the university. What did he care for convention? He would sleep with whomever and whatever he liked, surely!

Veldt to scrub to fields to farms to these first tumbling houses that rise from the earth. It has been night for a long time. The hovels that encrust the river’s edge have grown like mushrooms around me in the dark. We rock. We pitch in a deep current.