“I think she’s trying to save it,” I heard outside my door, waking from a dream of touring a laboratory where giant paper mache heads in a tank teetered between sinking and floating. ... That was the first moment I felt the “How do I define who I am? How do I maintain the integrity of my system?” described here. Then, I was passed out on the floor in front of a giant canvas while in an artist residence. Now, I find myself feeling a different variation of the time, looking into a fortress of tolerance for what I’ve preserved.
Did real life Scott ever find the bug? Did he enjoy the book?
“I think she’s trying to save it,” I heard outside my door, waking from a dream of touring a laboratory where giant paper mache heads in a tank teetered between sinking and floating. ... That was the first moment I felt the “How do I define who I am? How do I maintain the integrity of my system?” described here. Then, I was passed out on the floor in front of a giant canvas while in an artist residence. Now, I find myself feeling a different variation of the time, looking into a fortress of tolerance for what I’ve preserved.
Do we want to go to the dark places Mr. Sundman is taking us? Is it too late?
The best inventions were made by mistakes. :-0