I drop Jan off at nursery and on the way back I start drawing a model. I have no paper with me. I draw it in my head. I was inside the system. But I was a closed system myself. I processed whatever the master put in, and I never let any of it out. I did not talk to the other members about what was happening inside me. Information came in, was processed in silence, and stayed there. I was the boundary. I was the container and the filter at once.
A pen with a master and one sheep in it. It was not one big shared cult with a hall and manifestos
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