I paused to enter this passage with words of profound prose, but they somehow escaped me today. This past week has seen the collusion and collision of mental capacity with machine capability as I’ve fought the rigors of this world to transcribe the reality of the fantasy realm of Ni Ten.
Everything is proceeding apace. The places, the people, the plotline. Revelations should be forthcoming when I no longer write upon water. Wait for the darkness to becoming luminous and the ephemeral to trascend its state to a more discrete and subtle concrete.