'The space I usually dwell in is the back of my head, what poet Les Murray thought of as a dreaming space. Poet J. S. Harry wrote: “Living in-all-in your-head / is a kind of thistle madness.” An academic colleague once called me “an absent-minded professor.” My sisters thought I would never be a driver, as I’m too vague and distracted. “Reality escapes you,” my partner regularly declaims'
(Introduction)