I’m at that stage where I’ve got to have a plan. It’s no longer any good to wander aimlessly from classroom to classroom in the same building you’ve been in for a decade. It’s the time to make choices. Do I want to be a writer drop-out? Do I want to be a poet living in a garret? Do I want to be a barrister? A lecturer? A political journalist? I don’t know. I do know that I want to travel to the Aokigahara Forest in Japan, and see the Earth from Space. I want to fall in love and get drunk and dance. I want to write novels and read poetry and go on a road trip. There’s going to be a time later to decide what I want to be. Right now I want to have fun, and there’s nothing wrong with that.