In Prague I met a poet and a bohemian. Today he sent me an e-mail.
A quote from his e-mail, I'm sure he won't object to this quote:
"I believe all people can serve one another in myriad ways. One of which is to serve as subject matter. But this is the first time in my life I distinctly felt myself slipping off the territory of 'author' into the vast wilderness of being a subject of another’s writing. It’s eerie, and cold, like the first dive into a mountain lake after a full day of hiking. But just like that dive, after the shock subsides, it’s immensely refreshing."
Probably that’s what it is, eerie and cold, and if everything goes well immensely refreshing.