a pseudo-autobiography of sorts
yes, "a philosophic exploitation of experience"
a dramatic playing-out of non-theatre (you, my audience, and circumstance)
i am finding it harder and harder to differentiate truth and creation. harmless lies or emotional over-exaggerations? my swinging moods and fervent imagination. meaningful and meaningless, all flowing out of the same source.
oh ganga mia! how i must return to your threshold in the rolling green artichoke-heart of those silencing himalayas.
stitch them shut!
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