I was once followed around by a documentary film-maker. He seemed to think there was a possibility of doing a profile of me. He was interested in what he thought were my obsessions. I have no obsessions, for they would be unhealthy. Some observers seem to define any unusual interest as an obsession. I coined a word: OBSESSIONAL. Others have likely used the word before but it was new to me and true to my instincts. A closed space, similar to a confessional, might be a suitable place for individuals to explore their obsessions in private, or with the attention and guidance of anonymous strangers. The film-maker eventually stopped talking to me. I had thought, all along, that he simply wanted to be friends, or friendly. He was, in fact, just mining for content.  ​