I just kind of conjured them up out of my subconscious and put them in order of ascending peculiarity.
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The one thing I've learned exploring the deep is that you just can't even begin to imagine some of the bizarre creatures that are down there.
I did have strange ideas during certain periods of time.
I tend toward the unnatural, sometimes with supernatural undertones or such.
I had a variety of minds about me and all of them unsettled.
I seriously believed that my last hour was approaching, and yet, so strange is imagination, all I thought of was some childish hypothesis or other. In such circumstances, you do not choose your own thoughts. They overcome you.
Writing and creating, those things come to me on their own. I feel like... you sort of summon them and it's like allowing the universe to enter your heart in an entirely different way to what it normally does. It's like inviting that energy of the universe to enter into your craft in a way where it has a meaning.
If you manifest your true self through nature and your normal surroundings, I find that the most eerie. Like when you see birds suddenly start flying in a different direction or when you see moths forming weird shapes, I think that's the weirdest way to let yourself be known.
After all my probing into the human brain, I should still be aware of mysteries and come up with them myself.
I'm the opposite of someone like David Grossman, who knows how his characters walk, and how they smell. I don't allow myself to imagine what mine look like at all. My sense of them comes from the inside. They remain, by necessity, physically vague in my mind.
You get so tied up with the minutiae of the day-to-day, there's never a chance to sit back and let your subconscious run wild.
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