Samuel R Delaney has Dhalgren, Vladimir Nabokov had Ada, or Ardor, and James Joyce had Finnegans Wake, or simply “the Wake,” as the true fans prefer. Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu, as interpreted by Ursula K. But they get old and die without ever having been there. The next little country might be so close people could hear cocks crowing and dogs barking there. They’d enjoy eating, take pleasure in clothes, be happy with their houses, devoted to their customs. Instead of writing they might go back to using knotted cords. They’d have armor and weapons but no parades. They’d have ships and carriages but no place to go. Let them be mindful of death and disinclined to long journeys.
Let them have tools that do the work of ten or hundred and never use them.
Let there be a little country without many people.
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