fun

In the book I will send you if you so request I am trying to demonstrate that plot is a very stupid and poisinous thing when it is associated with genre and worse, stereotype. Worse yet with judgement or dictate. I am having fun with this.

The other thing I am playing with is the structure of imaginations, that is one imagination unfolding into another. In some places it is ancient, to religious, to more religious, to political, to images, to mind, to something entirely different...

The thing I think about locality is that you can't get out of it. You can't get outside although you may see outside. Even with natural sciences or medicine you have the outside of your own place inside. A double hermetic. You are back when you go away wherever or whenever you are.

All images lie, all visions are incomplete, all connections are imperfect because of this something else that you have seen, that appears. In this case even when the words are over.