It takes a while. Day by day. The way 23 hours ago the multiplicity of writing today took a while. Times itself: A brainset occupied, love to call .. this just in — jokes turn into dreams. It’s dreams that forgive us for everything (except melancholia). That’s because multiplicities, ‘sleeping while awake,’ get downgraded to icy normality, farthest from sight, trapping you and me inside a force field owing to our expertise. 

So there’s no lack of constancy in experimental states of forgery and the mongrel pull.