The truth is I’m not really sure sometimes whether I have anything new to say. How could I? I’ve had so many influences, whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I am interested in documenting my life as it is even if it’s rifled with cliches and things other people have seen and things that are superficial. But my hope is that somewhere in this I can find something human and real. Human and real are things I have seen before. I would have already quit if it was my intention to do something new. But there are the moments when I am filled with concern that no one will care what I’m doing because it’s not new or different. That fear holds me back sometimes.