I'm possibly a very morbid person but I think about death a lot.

Quarreling over food and drink, having neither scruples nor shame, not knowing right from wrong, not trying to avoid death or injury, not fearful of greater strength or of greater numbers, greedily aware only of food and drink - such is the bravery of the dog and boar.

I grew up in the suburbs and basically associate the suburbs with cultural death.

You know Americans are obsessed with life and death and rebirth, that's the American Cycle. You know, awakening, tragic, horrible death and then Phoenix rising from the ashes. That's the American story, again and again.

I was fantasising about my own death, I started thinking what my funeral would be like and what music would be played, I was at that level of insanity.