Faire

What made the illusion real was that my distance perception was extremely reduced by the high, so that the range of vision was perhaps 30 feet. Because of this perceptual limitation, and a disconnect to that part of the memory, that would define the present reality in its true twentieth century and personal context, outside the immediate present sensory reality, and because I did not see to the outer perimeters, where the modern equipment might be glimpsed through the trees, where cars and trucks might be parked, with generators and trailers, where all the various transport conveyances, gear and containers were unloaded and stacked - the illusion was unspoiled.

Of course I fell in love with Charron. but after a stay of maybe a week she went back to New York. We never made love or even kissed, although we did fall asleep together one night. I was doing black and white ink drawings at the time, out of my subconscious, and sending her a drawing everyday for at least a month.

And she sent me ink drawings as well, although she was not so fanatical, which are all drawings in this story. Then I got the usual letter. Had seen this sort of thing before. Something about another guy of a sudden. Course the family, as is typical in these situations was getting pretty nervous, as indicated by her letters. They were establishment types - publishing, I heard from SusieQ. They were not going to let their daughter get involved with some hippie from San Francisco. Another perspective altogether, and not one that I was particularly interested in.

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