This volume purported to be a manual providing instruction in the care and feeding of creative psychotics (or healthy schizotypes, if you prefer), of which I am one.
I hope it helps.
If nothing else, writing it allowed me to get some sleep.
I really don’t have anything of substance left to say here, which is a good thing, because if I felt like I had left a whole lot unwritten, then I wouldn’t be done yet, and shouldn’t be writing an epilogue.
But I don’t, and I am.
So… cool.
…is what I wrote several many months ago, only to find more essays presenting themselves, as well as a whole bunch of food-related material that required an entirely separate book, which is also going to enter the realm of the never-ending.
As epilogues go, then, this is as good as it gets for my kind of work.
[Colophon]