if I could put an IV in my arm, start a drip of words into my vein, one that comes from an endless bag, I would;
if I could ride the bus all day, wander airports and train stations, board airplanes and trains, I would never run out of places to invent from;
and because foreplay is important, no matter what anyone says.
even though there is no way to read everything, the self-deception that we one day will is sustaining and challenging and fun to torture ourselves with. Pick a country or place; someone wrote something there that we can’t even imagine.
thanks–I can’t wait to see what we come up with.