Maybe the best way to think about what the point is, is to be alone. Just feel, see, hear, sense, breathe, hold my breath, blink my eyes. Just settle into whatever it is to be, without distraction. But perhaps that’s wrong, because for so long the point seems clearly to have been to make something [...]

But a point about what? Let’s be specific. A point to being alive, I guess. But when I drive down Sunset Blvd, for instance, overwhelmed with posters – naked this, naked that, I get confused. Is the point to get laid, then? Sure. Drive a gleaming car, wear the right jeans and T-shirt. Why not? [...]