Speaking of doing things that are unsafe, I have been working a lot with paper and with taking pictures of things I draw on paper, and with letting the paper show on the screen. Oh, and there was that thing with the alligator. Are there any life risks you are wavering about? Have there been?
Are you a fugitive in your own imagination? If not, why not?
Have you ever met a person who talks like fireworks? He keeps speaking, excitedly, while I am following the trail of that one thought from five seconds ago, the other explosions all around it, some glowing on its smoke, until it is gone. Happy St-Jean Baptiste Day, Montreal.
Have you ever been on the verge of both the opposite extremes?
Have you ever come home after a long stay away? What was that like for you? Do you feel you have a home town?
Have you ever wished you could feel through an airplane’s wings? Generally, do you feel like you are at a distance from the world? EDIT 1: It seems I have inadvertently drawn an optical illusion. You can see it as a portal (my intention), or as a roll of toilet paper against a pink background. [...]
What sort of travel have you done? Some people never travel, even when they go away. Have you ever gone away and found a new part of you, or gone away and left a part of you behind?
Do you have places you go or things you do, where nothing matters anymore, in the sense that nothing ordinarily stressful is stressful?
