How does he get so well that Haruki Murakami-like unsettling border between overactive, exhausted mathematical wondering and dream incoherence?
Why does Murakami come to mind so readily? The awful news from his homeland showing that he's been right all along about the deep channels between nightmare and reality? Fairy tales can turn to dread so easily, orderly worlds undone by the interdependencies that sustained them for centuries.
Days like this, the central limit theorem feels like a bad joke.
1 comment:
This is wonderful - I've had moments like this.
And thanks for pointing out Murakami a while back.
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