I was streaming images and feelings. When I caught their tail they found their way as some other lifeform it seemed, into flattened words in a notebook balanced on my leg while driving. Does not sound much but these moments seemed gifted to me driving the cab.
It was no credit to me I had fallen drunk overboard landing on the shore of some undiscovered continent where I could indulge my aesthetic reverie.
These notebook compulsions could not be stopped. There was a personal excitement at being eyewitness to what no one else was seeing.