Tappan Zee

Then I thought that it was a result of this blog—that someone was reading it and lifting the ideas I shared, which has happened at various points on a smaller scale, but I soon realized that although a portion of what had been lifted had been published on the web, a significant chunk of it had never made it outside my own brain. These were things I’d spent time thinking about—it wasn’t deeply symbolic imagery or nightmarish apparitions that were haphazardly making appearances in reality—but things I’d been working on. Schemas, charts, notes, drawings…all tagged on the walls of my mind. “Thought tapes” as I’ve come to call them. (Invisible and silent) streams that are scrambled, recomposed, dramatized. It was like someone had gotten into my head and stolen my mashed-up ideas.

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