One thing I’ve learnt is that you should never look back, the past is dead and buried, you get nothing from living there, it’s all about today. but I’ve been having these dreams, in them nothing is real, nothing is solid; everything is fantasy, fucked. An illusion. In these dreams I’m a life that’s already gone by. Today means nothing, today is just a ghost that’s haunting me. I’m at the end of the world on the edge of things and I think about letting go. I think about falling. My name is James Cook, I did something once and my ghost won’t let me forget it.