and so I entered into a conversation as I lay in the gravel thinking about a poisoned cactus and a pear merchant and if including the element of surprise is really the same as leaving certain things out, the way someone going on a journey might really be the same story as a stranger coming to town, if the only story is really somebody loses something and the only rule is to be bewildering, besides, of course, the rule nobody knows. Life is like this, and literature, imaginary conversations and true stories mingling like languages in translation.