The first question would be why write? The second would be why write right? The third would be, well, why write the question?
Meta is a man. Ageless it seems. Dreams of dreaming. Dies for a good dream. Sees himself naked. Watches himself and yet finds himself at best collapsed, sacrosanct loosing the meaning of his words. This happens mostly in his apartment. Right the way down the corridor. He sees that all is plain. Up. Pulleys himself uP. Does it all on his own. Between brunch and dinner never. Mostly he gets wicked in the dark. There is an element of creation. But he doesn't seem to find in it nothing much more than existence. That's how he got to want to die in the first place.
