Of course, forms of cultural production that combine the real and the fictional are hardly anything new (an observation that does not render the concept of the postmodern silly, as some pomophobes would have it).

My friends have been MIA today.

Better to lapse away from one's own prying, assertive self, into the soft, untrespassing self, to whom nakedness is neither shame nor excitement, but clothed like a flower in its own deep, soft consciousness, beyond cheap awareness.

a hermit's abstraction