As I look through my unread book collection I consider that there really should be a connection between my last book and this one. And there it was starring me in the face. Of course this was as written in the KLF book – the book is more magical and truer than I could ever imagine. My hand reaches up and lifts the bound pages from the shelf and I slip it into my bag. I look at my watch it is time to to go.
I open up the first few pages once sat on the train, and I ponder if this will be as a compelling read as the other. I’m no longer looking for the answer, so perhaps now I will find the question. After all
A does come before X.
I sit back and enter the my head of imagination and fascination