I went to the store. I saw Alf, so he asked me how I was. Although I said I didn’t know, I was half-creating what I saw in the exercise of the Imagination. Alf was the archetype, the individuation of the Question. I was depressed. I was buying fragments of the romantic vision, single impressions: apples. I wanted an apple. I bought an avocado. Alf asked me why.
15 March 1974