Emotionally we aspire to the condition of children.

Simple enough?

As adults we may be complicated, emotionally, but … all the same (‘deep inside’) we aspire to the condition of children.  Whether or not we can admit this, the aspiration is for simplicity.  In fact isn’t that what sentimentalist’s show us? (Even if the emotion that they indulge in is divorced from any actual situation.) Art too requires simplicity – and in art this can reveal a more generous impulse. (Yes – that’s a bit complicated.) In any case I have noticed with their recent albums how some bands seem to fare better than others musically in instinctively lacking any interest in emotional sophistication. Maybe this is a recipe for happiness? Perhaps emotion wont be intellectualised, whether we like it or not. So for example, intellectuals (sometimes) for all their mental alertness can get wrapped up into a grey rag: into an energy-starved state of frustration, not because life dictates this but because they can’t be simple enough to themselves. Muse’s The Resistance or The Killer’s Day and Age, both are poppy emotionally simple records; whereas Franz Ferdinand’s Tonight tries for something more sophisticated and Radiohead’s In Rainbows aims for even higher ground. Neither of of the second two albums can be rated bad records but nevertheless they are showing signs of getting dangerously ‘thin’ musically. Back to the big fat emotional ground!  Where the energy is.

and dreamed of a face made from personality marmalade.

Have I ever actually experienced a dream?

I mean a proper dream, a true dream; not a substitute.

And was it my dream?  Or did I later deny it?

As summer flies are in the shambles that quicken even with blowing.  3D flies: become as ordinary as peanut butter.

For Americans it’s New York.

For the Japanese Osaka/Tokyo/Paris/London/New York.

The robot toast of the town had thick gouts of it.

Compare with State Recognition.

As for example from a state of hatred.

Or as for example from a state of love.

It forgot itself.