There are people.There are stories.The people think they shape the stories, but the reverse if often closer to the truth.Stories shape the world. They exist independently of people, and in places quite devoid of man, there may yet be mythologies.

People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them.

This is an IMAGINARY STORY...aren't they all?

I don't distinguish between magic and art. When I got into magic, I realised I had been doing it all along, ever since I wrote my first pathetic story or poem when I was twelve or whatever. This has all been my magic, my way of dealing with it.

Everybody has their story to tell.