I think I need to write with a certain kind of brutality: not necessarily honest, all writing is a lie from the onset. You claim that these series of letters represent some real thing “out there” when it doesn’t, but that can go on for days, where does gnosis happen, where does the world happen, how do we come to know it? Then that thing with sacks about the brain damage and the difference between the abstract and the concrete, the collage that makes us recognize and move in the world. I am all lateral thinking or is that associative? Anyways, the way at and through using a certain brutality. I am certainly not lyrical.