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Taken from an interview with Devendra Banhart by Sylvia Patterson:

’ “The only real moment is now,” he adds. “Pay attention to your breathing. We’re not on automatic. The chords all exist. The words all exist. The colours all exist. We’re just choosing. So remember that you’re so lucky. To be in the driver’s seat.” Suddenly, his hat slides off altogether and the locks are unleashed, like a barrowful of three-foot charcoal sticks, tumbling down a hillside.’