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Our dear herman draws us along his own meandering path through New York as he shares his reading of the past, his work in the present, and his vision of the future, sparing no detail he deems worthwhile and including nothing else, writing to us (or, in his eye, no one) of finding and knowing another through their work, through attempting to experience life as they did, all as he instead shields himself from others, writing of connection and of the universal as he continues to remove himself from the world, and writing of direct understanding, describing his palace that would push all those many readers out into the world, away from mere information now permanently locked away, forcing them now to apprehend the world exactly as it is: in chaos, unordered, always leaving one without someone else to fetch that which we need from its depths, where we must now ourselves dive, risking failure, obscurity, and madness to find a life’s work we feel requires our hand upon the tools
Our dear herman draws us along his own meandering path through New York as he shares his reading of the past, his work in the present, and his vision of the future, sparing no detail he deems worthwhile and including nothing else, writing to us (or, in his eye, no one) of finding and knowing another through their work, through attempting to experience life as they did, all as he instead shields himself from others, writing of connection and of the universal as he continues to remove himself from the world, and writing of direct understanding, describing his palace that would push all those many readers out into the world, away from mere information now permanently locked away, forcing them now to apprehend the world exactly as it is: in chaos, unordered, always leaving one without someone else to fetch that which we need from its depths, where we must now ourselves dive, risking failure, obscurity, and madness to find a life’s work we feel requires our hand upon the tools