March 24, 2011
A French based company has erected new possibilities for me, like an erector set posed for mental ingenuity striped by the brightness of spun cleverness bereft of doubt or fear or moral suppression. It's waiting for my hand to place the best pieces on high. There is a danger. It could easily collapse. Lest I take the greatest care, being mindful of every move, no matter how seemingly trivial, it could spell disaster, self-immolation or the next train to the soul adjustment bureau. Why, then, I could mount it like a golden horse and geed it toward another end.