Think about plot lines on a graph or better yet, a three dimensional space. Now this is you. Add more dimensions or not, your preference, and this is also you. But you are not static. You are moving and you’re moving through time. But as you go you carry your own plot lines and they are shifting and interacting or moving along with other ‘sets’ of plot lines. This identifies you and where you are and someone can see how you spend your time as you move. There’s some formula that should pop up here. t x E= L. This is the ‘observable you.’ A plot line. A person. You are one of many. You are next to and among all the other plot lines, including things beyond persons. And if you move far enough away, the plot lines getting smaller, indiscernible, and farther still, you see no plot lines at all just one big picture, the epidermis of existence.
This place that you have landed is an avenue for essays and reviews of art, literature, film and other plot lines in general.
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