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Co. Durham, England
Dear Sir,
I hope all is well with you. The story so far: I am trying to transcend from this world into your world. I am learning to see everything. The living, the dead, the damaged, the healed, the elaborate and the grotesque: all these have beauty. All of these I have been. I spend days counting gods ("one! One god! Ah-ha-ha-ha. Two! Two gods! Ha-ha-ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. Three!" etc) and worshipping things (people, their products, their lives, themselves), although I suppose it is only I who decides what is holy and what is not. The world is overflowing with miracle and wonder. Wondrous good, wondrous bad, wondrous monstrosities. I have learnt to support the revolution by not supporting the revolutionary.
It can become very difficult, sometimes. Perhaps I'm not doing it right. I'm wondering whether the world is getting bigger or I'm gradually getting smaller. Within a few months I'll be at the stage where I cannot walk down a street in an hour, it will be so big, and so full of history and wonder and the joys and depressions of the ancient ones who lived there, say, 30 years ago. I can see such size in all that is so small to begin with. Not long ago, I caught a cold and was fascinated by it. Just a cold. I was fascinated by the fuzziness, the temperature awareness, the dull pain, etc. Such a small thing, and it appears so large. To die of a papercut would be an awfully big adventure!
Perhaps I am not transcending into your world after all. Perhaps I am heading in the exact opposite direction. I cannot see the differences anymore; a small lapse in perception, alas! As it is here that the conceptually huge has become equal to the conceptually tiny. Or whichever way round it is. I live on the border where extremes merge, where both sides look pretty much the same.
Ah, I have been given a sign. Almost next to me, right now, this huge spider is crawling over a copy of Bad For Good. A vinyl copy of the album. Not a little CD... The album's stood there, facing me. And the spider scuttled through the sky and paused over the moon. This spider, of all animals in the world, stood there defiantly in the sky, 3 times bigger than the moon, and the angel looked it straight in all 8 eyes, and the girl held him a little tighter. And she looked it straight in all 8 eyes. Then the spider ran off to hide in the shadows, and is probably dangling from your scarf somewhere. Hope you don't object.
So there we are: I must be heading in the right direction, or the demonstration would not have been given just now. Our world is so big and so immediate that even creatures only a few inches in diameter before you can be seen to be several times larger than the very moon up there in the trembling skies.
I'll tell you how I'm getting along next year...
Angie
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