I feel like I was honestly smarter when I was 17 and always had my head in something by Ballard or Burroughs. I was thinking in quite strange ways that I could never really articulate properly, but I look back and feel that I've lost something. It's quite a bizarre feeling, not entirely nostalgia but maybe just? I ought to return to that stuff, it sent me down some weird mental pathways that I seem to have strayed from since.