Three years can be a long time in love. What were we doing at the time? Then there is the minimalist love. I do not think we have found common ground. We have pulled and pushed in so many ways that it is ended up as something completely different. Without that outside influence, though, how do you know when you have finished? You just know in your heart when it is done. It is not a question of having to let go. It is about making something beautiful.
I find failure very interesting. Often, we think that you progress, you grow and you stop being fucked up and you start being sorted. I am realising that everybody is in the same boat. I was doing six hours a night, solid crying, and my voice does not seem to tire when I am on the road now.
