I Think The Fundamental Apprehension Is That

Not Only Is The Statistical Madness An Assault On Individuality, It's Also One On Temporality Too. Statistics - Even When Accurate - Are Only An Image Of The Past That Can Then Be Photoshopped Before Being Pasted On To The Future.

People Tend To Think Of Their Lives As Having A Dramatic Arc, Because They Read Too Much Fiction.

As A Bookish Adolescent, I Sopped Up Texts As If I Were Blotting Paper And They Were Fluid.

...catching A Glimpse Of His Rather Hippyish Form In A Mirror, He Wonders At This Atavism Of Apparel, Is It An Inversion Of Foetal Ontogeny, In Which The Phenotype Passes Through Previous Fashion Stages? Soon There Will Be Gaiters And Gloves...i Will Probably Die, He Thinks, Clad In Animal Skins.

I Prefer To Write First Drafts As Soon As Possible After Waking, So That The Oneiric Inscape Is Still Present To Me.