I read this theory about density shifting, and it puts things right with all the parallel dimensions. I mean, it didn’t make sense in the first place: 11 dimensions, or 9. Come on!
I had never been to Morocco, but I kind of had a feel for it. Warm and gold, with beautiful radiant light during the day. Very fine ornamental bars in the window, simple furniture, and the street outside full of foreign words. Perhaps there is tea and coffee and drugs, and an orgy in the other room with young boys being hung and ejaculating as they die. That’s what William Boroughs wrote about Morocco, I think.
Carcosa! If I heard it in any other context, I would have thought it was just a place in, maybe, South America. But I heard it in the place and I knew it had to be something special. The fabled city, as I later learned.
My research first made me think that it was all make-believe. That visiting other worlds and “alternate dimensions” (I still don’t know what that means) was made up. Stuff of fiction.
My job is pretty dull, but I get to read a lot. Used to be on paper, and now it’s all electronic. I think electronic letters have their own charm, like the buzz of electrons that is behind them. I am a book fetishist, like a lot of educated people my age, but I also like electronic text.