And if you, by any chance,
commit a crime, you will go to jail.
A crime? What crime are
you writing about?
Well, let's write, you
will twist a word. Or you will untwist a twisted word. A word twisted
on purpose, of course. (However don't expect a reward for untwisting
a word twisted accidentally.) Or you will straighten up a winding
phrase. Or make a short cut . . . . . . . So, generally writing, you
will be punished for any lack of awareness, attention or
concentration. And for laziness and carelessness and sloppiness as
well – in reading, of course . . . . . . . You will be imprisoned
in a text. You will be tortured by a tortuous text. You will be put
into the dungeon of a multi-storey story. You will be kept in a
labyrinth of letters. You will have to read and read and read. To get
out of this labyrinth you will have to read. You will have to read
out your way to freedom. But the more you will read the more the text
will suck you in. You will merge instead of emerge. The text will
fill more and more the space inside and outside you. You will be
entirely absorbed by the text and you will not want to get out of it.
You will go deeper and deeper and you will be interested only in
going deeper and deeper . . . . . . Well, but this won't be a
good punishment. In fact this won't be a punishment at all. Reaching
the state of euphoria and reading with you face burning with desire
and enthusiasm, is this a punishment? You won't even care of freedom,
because staying in and within this text you will feel extremely free
since the limitations of your body will not torment you any more, you
will forget about your body immersing in reading . . . . . Sod this
prison! It should be hell, not heaven. . . . . . . . So, the text will
have to be absolutely boring and stupid and disgusting and.....
Reading it you will be dreaming of finishing and finishing it will be
like chasing the horizon line. Reading it will make your mind thirsty
– your thoughts will get dry and will hurt your mind like rigid
leaves of a thistle . . . . .
Anyway . . . .
Anyway, isn't it both the
crime and punishment that you are here? That we are here? So, what
crime have I committed? have I been committing all the time?