“Well I’m back. You thought you were rid of me didn’t you? Carrying on regardless, thinking of other things, putting me to the back of your head. Images can haunt you know: they have ways of finding you. So collect me, file me, defile and paste me. Read about me, write about me, prostitute and document me. Research, regurgitate, pontificate and suffocate but never think I’m going to go away.”