minxcenter: Unresolved fantasies of total description. Features of imagination, and even these are nonetheless isolate, locked into themselves by status as fact in a jealous world. “I practiced for many years the exercise of recapturing that epiphanic moment, and I would always find again the same plenitude. I would slip into it as into a fragment of time devoid of duration—without beginning, middle, or end. During my years in L.A., I still succeeded at times in returning to the golden-green light of that afternoon... Imagination is lessening the tremendous plague. Despite some failures of vision and nerve, they fly or fall on its own merits.” I have to admit that I felt ill at ease, even a bit miserable. So I said, “Every night before I fall asleep I stare at my favorite painting."
