What you notice are the "big ideas, images and distorted facts", especially the former, the way they used to loom up at you from out of nowhere, like a drive-in movie screen next to a winding country road as you are driving in the night, the scene is large and then you were drawn into it so easily swept up in your fool's lightness, as if it were an original imperative that had suddenly remembered you. But that you can name it now already shows how much power it has lost, and soon you feel a kind of nostalgia, you've already said goodbye to all that immensity, to the sway of its authority, the ranting masquerading as value, and now its seen in its true stature, so much smaller than you'd ever imagined. All this from simply taking up the poor substance of subjectivity, as you uncover it, simplicity in the midst of banality and gently brushing away the dirt and adhering tendrils and then gently replacing it exactly where you found it.