Status Updates From The Figure on the Boundary ...

Still further down is the village, and behind it the plain, far off and vague in the morning mist, therefore good for sending thoughts into, for the searching out of things she would like to see, because they are absent.

That tastes good, thinks a sense of well-being in his mouth. That's a kind of brown cloud in my stomach, thinks Zund. White cloud, think Zund's eyes. Breadbox breadbox wood, thinks Zund's back. I'll fly the bread around in the forest for a bit, thinks the breadbox breadbox. Strange feet are getting to know us, think the untrodden paths in the forest. Wind mild, heavenly child, think the trees ...

He asks me if the sea will leave if there is war, and when I say no, he is satisfied.

I have read all but the novella Tullipan and must report that this book is the real deal. Wonderful work. I will explain more later.

This dude was on acid.