“Well, as you can plainly see, the possibilities are endless like meandering paths in a great big beautiful garden.”
William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
And now, having finished the book, for my artist / photographer friends, from the final section ("Atrophied Preface"):
"There is only one thing a writer can write about: what is in front of his senses at the moment of writing ... I am a recording instrument ... I do not presume to impose "story "plot" "continuity" ... Insofar as I succeed in Direct recording of certain areas of psychic process I may have limited function ... I am not an entertainer."
Leica Q @ F/1.7