A Commonplace Book

And you'll start to dwell on that opaque, other realm -- Mystery. (And by this I do not mean the occult.) I mean that dogma where the only pattern appears to be chaos. Where everything is secret and where the connections come apart as soon as they are known.

I'm completely dominated by that whole subsurface reality that the brutal majority will not acknowledge, where every billboard is an endless bible of interpretations, where every lunch menu is a heinous political creed, where every boring phone conversation is a rape of multiple meanings, and always, always, malignant intent.