A refugee population is hungry for language and aware that anything can happen.

I feel I am blundering in concepts too fine for me.

I don’t think that we really think any thoughts; we think connections between thoughts. That’s where the mind moves, that’s what’s new, and the thoughts themselves have probably been there in my head or lots of other people’s heads for a long time.

Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.