ally

What if I tried to write a magical-realistic memoir?

Like.

It doesn’t need to be totally true, and maybe some stuff gets pretty floaty, and maybe some stuff winds up as poetry, and maybe some of it is ergodic with scans of manic notes or bits of Manifesto Project, and maybe I just own the hypertextuality of the medium, but it’s generally autobiographical.

That might be neat

Who are you kidding?

Myself, I guess.

Well, have at it, then.