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Lately, I’ve been reading an amazing novel that was published in 1970 called, “The Atrocity Exhibition”, by J.G. Ballard. Yes, the same title as the Joy Division song on the album, Closer. Shame on me for never having read Ballard’s fine material until now. The story of the book is told in a series of pieces - hundreds of “condensed novels”, (as J.G. Ballard refers to each section), and can be read like a David Lynch movie can be watched. Totally non-narrative. I like to think of them as little nuggets. Dig into a random page and scoop that morsel up. After a while, a story begins to unfold. Although, if you look too closely you might not see what is really there. 
The book got me thinking as I walked down to the corner deli to pick up a pastrami sandwich - “Life was never meant to be a narrative. Every moment or breath should be taken as a condensed novel within itself.”
The raw, experimental, stream of consciousness style used in The Atrocity Exhibition even complements my newly adopted philosophy or technique that I recently chose for myself as I was driving around Michigan visiting the folks- I decided to never plan more than two hours ahead into the future. This newly adapted method to living will hopefully reinforce my ability to rely more on human instinct and spontaneity, which I feel has increasingly been becoming extinct due to the pressures of technology and the constant need to over-rationalize everything. This new method of ‘non-planning’ has also released a thousand monkeys that have been poking at my back for the longest time. -^-
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