chairs and bullshit and fiction. @ 03:26 am
I've decided that I need to write more in the way of bullshit - and by bullshit I mean "stuff I may or may not believe in, but haven't decided and certainly can't prove." Stupor-doopor psychic powers? Fortune-telling by way of little cardboard pieces dealt at possibly random? The Jungian Collective Unconscious as a palpable entity (that is, a priori rather than a posteriori)? I'd classify all those in the realm of bullshit. "Wildly improbable" is another way to put it, I suppose.
Why bother with the wildly improbable? I have all these wacky theories rolling around in my head, and by virtue of writing them down, the flat-out dumb ones would fall by the wayside - thus leaving rich fields of intellectual mulch to wade around in. I deal far too much with the logical in my regular and professional life, and not nearly enough with the fanciful.
I figure if I write enough bullshit, some coherent fiction may form. Haven't done it since high school; it's been far too long.