Oliver Tate

by Angy Tse

“Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there’s no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing’s wrong. My name is Oliver Tate.”

“I don’t quite know what I am yet. I’ve tried smoking a pipe, flipping coins, listening exclusively to French crooners. Other times I go to the beach and stare at the sea. Someone made a documentary about a prominent thinker who struggled with unspeakable loss. I’ve even had a brief hat phase. But nothing stuck.”

“I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality. I often imagine how people would react to my death. ”

“In many ways, I prefer my own company. It gives me time to think.”

“Tonight I stumbled across an encyclopaedia entry on ultrasound. Ultrasound is a sound vibration too high frequency to be audible. It was first developed to locate submerged objects – submarines, depth charges, Atlantis and such. Some animals, like bats, dolphins and dogs, can hear within the ultrasonic frequency. But no human can. No one can truly know what anyone thinks or feels. What’s inside Mum? What’s inside Dad? What’s inside Jordana? We’re all travelling under the radar undetected. And no-one can do a thing about it.”

“I wish life could be more like American soap operas. Then, whenever things get dramatic, you can always fade the picture down and pick it up again later.”

Submarine (2010), Joe Dunthorne, Richard Ayoade