Never:Mind the Intro

I  contemplate the box with contempt. It is full of papers; bags full of papers; and books (also full of papers). The box was intended to contain the rough draft of a post-modern novel. But now it is too late. There will be no rewrites, no brilliant insights, no speaking tours. What the box did - and still does - contain is a dream. I hesitate to say a 'broken dream', because maybe the whole thing will transform into a post-contemporary blog!
   Having said that, I realize this is going to be crude.
Good!
Some things will not get the rewrite they deserve.
Good!
Some things will be wildly out of order.
Good!
Transcribing the stuff ( threads and strings) from the box is a very old idea, stretching back thirty years or more. I like the idea of the archeological  dig under my bed, in my brain, and within the original concept hatched or at least incubated back in time - at Art School.
 It was intended to be out of time and now that I am indeed running out of time, it seems a blog of pure words, without images or perhaps, even syntax, will spill Never:Mind out into the internet at least and at last. The very last, unedited and combined with references from another time. Oddly, and ironically, this is more or less exactly as the original concept was imagined.
  Time is undefined.
Space is infinite.
And as for the soul, there's only One ... So, we all have to share.