(Below the streets of Edinburgh are a loathsome race of vampiric creatures- they live in hollowed-out vaults.)
Meeting Pete a small blondeish boy in a pastel suit when on an anxious night errand in the west end of Edinburgh-
An old school mate. Somehow i get enveigled with him and his mates, a bunch of hulking bouncers, fashion plates, lads....
Down we go into a cavern for a drink, a kind of a cellar.
Me rather anxious and wary. Before i even ask for my customary pint of lager one materialises before me- yellow pale stuff. Which i sip.
Well now down here in this cellar is no ordinary pub. For a start admittance is only permitted for the young and fashionable. A Fashion Theme pub! Where the young ladies, fashion students, cut out textiles with cloth-scissors, squares of houndstooth fabric, cotton reels, smell of finance and sniffishness. So i feel rather out of place.
Fashion-Pub, Fashion-Gathering, Fashion-Enclave underground!....
Dark like an Italian bistro.

I hope, then, that this my ontology, in being constantly self-referential is not turgid and grey, or on the other hand wishy-washy and overly indecisive. It is about what lies beyond cynicism and irony, what landscapes and vistas are on the other side.
It is about a stubborn (but flexbile and shifting) subjective eye, an eye open to the subtleties, magic and poetry of the everyday. The soul itself is sometimes, rigid, monotonous, recurrent, it dwells often on the same thoughts, but it also tires of these and seeks vivid contrasts, playing before its unchanging ardour like flames before water.

"When you go again that weary journey from negativity to affirmation, and find after the lows and highs stretches of interminable blank terrain, frightening in its loneliness, would anyone be blamed for feeling nauseous, for rejecting the phenomena as they come, or welcoming them hesitantly?
Maybe i have been guilty of excessive gloom. It's clear enough that you can purchase nothing concrete with a noble soul. But your own freedom can be an unperishable commodity, resisting all buffets and shocks, and can lead to insights jewel-like and sparkling in their preciousness, their small, giddy moments of splendour threatening to burn a hole in the monotony of being."