Can you imagine this here were a real place? What if it were a room in which we would actually be present? Would it be a strange thing? Would I still say these little cryptic little pieces and pull out a little drawing out of a vault now and then? Tell some story that would not seem to make any sense? Would I, at the end, offer a little piece of paper that would be just titled: "You said?"... on the wall behind me would there be a slightly odd image that would change every time you entered the room? Would there be little drawers in the wall, labeled by month and year? Would there be a menue with other places to go? Some with comments, some not? Would there be rooms in the back? Hidden rooms?
And how many of us would be in this room here? What would we all look like? Would you get to see my father, with a camera, trying to record the conversation? Would there be very unexpected visitors from around the world? Or would it be a pretty similar makeup of people? Exciting? Smiling? Rushed? Curious? Happy?
Would you see me slap on the fingers of those who sneak in through beck doors and try to post comments for strange drugs, disguising them in sentences about Willa Cather's Lucy Gayheart? Would we watch as somebody repeatedly ask for directions, or for names of people I spoke about before?
How long would you stay? Would you tell others about it? Would you come again?
Will you?...