"Isn't that scotland. / Don't blame the tweed. / You have never seen a fabric before. / I think it should be our fleece. / I appreciate fabric. / That is my fleece. / I am interested in having wool." A series of computer-generated mini plays.
"On balconies, in silence, my mind swaying with the music, / I’m thinking where does the ocean end and the sky begin? I’m thinking / when does the morning bus leave? I’m thinking how much for one more drink?"
"When something is named, it’s perceived as a bounded entity placed within a stream of time, rather than a process." So how can language apprehend concepts of the infinite?
"My earliest memories are of garish red and green kitsch Christmas lights, some black faces but more white ones, set against chalk walls and the whiter still sand and unapologetic deep blue of the Indian Ocean, returning relentlessly to it the way we return to each other, in waves. Accompanying this visual is always the sound of Malaika."