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235 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
I thought that I could look back on the past as if through a window, but what I was actually looking at was only a painting of a window… Illusions of the heart and the eye…
If you are curious about my parentage, know then that Lautréamont was my father and Alice in Wonderland my mother. As for my infancy, I am still in it. In my studies the whisky bottle has served me as a microscope and the brothel has been my laboratory.
I would stare out of the window and I would try to use my mental forces to form the clouds into the shapes I wanted. Cloud-sculpting might be the art of the future, I thought… My experiments in the clinic and their failure led me to the objective conclusion that the universe was not after all constructed around me, as my presence at its centre had at first led me to surmise.
Once one has seen what is visible, it becomes easier to paint the invisible.
"'Why nuns?' I wanted to know.
'Their skin smells nice,' said Mark at last.
Then, having decided that I was going to find Mark difficult to talk to, I turned to Ned."