There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
–Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God
Surrealism is not a new means of expression, nor a simpler one, nor even a metaphysic of poetry. It is a means of total liberation of the mind and of everything resembling it.
—Andre Breton, Surrealist tract, 1925
Is there a way out?
(searching for) a lost oar
Question Mark Harris, Answer Michelle Tennison (2016)
When am I no longer me?
The light fades to this point, the snakes come out
Question Harry Hudson, Answer Michelle Tennison (2004)
When I ask him these questions and he answers, I haven’t got the faintest idea what he’s going to say, and what he says astounds me with his wisdom. It is so much more than I know.
–Edgar Bergen, ventriloquist
Where am I? Who am I? How did I come to be here? What is this thing called the world? How did I come into the world? Why was I not consulted? And if I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director? I want to see him.