Don’t you bully me with your politeness!

As for hearing, the sloth is not so much deaf as uninterested in sound.

How does one say in the jargon of musicology that my sould was pulled out of me and thrown up in the air, to be tossed about by the music. How does one say that I breathed, that I existed, in harmony with the ups and downs of those notes. What kind of notes both elevate and cast down, exalt and crush?

If you took the city of Tokyo and turned it upside down and shook it you would be amazed at the animals that fall out: badgers, wolves, boa constrictors, crocodiles, ostriches, baboons, capybaras, wild boars, leopards, manatees, ruminants, in untold numbers. There is no doubt in my mind that that feral giraffes and feral hippos have been living in Tokyo for generations without seeing a soul.

If you don't have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?

Life and death live and die in exactly the same spot, the body. It is from there that both babies and cancers are born.

The idea of a flip book still really appeals to me. That idea of fiction and non-fiction.