(lxxiv)


Saturday morning. Half asleep, half within a dream. The cavernous complexity of the conscious mind.

The convoluted topology of the mental space.Connection, cross connection. Are the homology groups finitely generated?

Another dream: Pellucidar, the world within the earth. Imagining one’s self a surveyor, dissecting it into simplices; triangulating, like Archimedes, fitting polygons to some enormous circle.

Rolling over. I wonder if she likes it from behind.