Another day on Hampstead Heath spent picnicking and looking at boys. Drinking in the afternoon makes me dozy, and once I got home fell straight asleep. I then had a brief but revelatory dream that in one image defined why I am so unhappy. Everything comes down to money. Work hard at something that isn’t you, earn a good wage, buy a big house, breed, die. We have developed a society where salaries and mortgages consume so much of our lives. The modern age is so vulgar. Once again I am reminded that I was born way after my time.