I'm learning that the deeper you go into this book(?), the more disorienting it becomes. It really is like a maze; I feel like I keep cycling back to the same pages over and over, hitting dead ends, trying to find a path that takes me somewhere new. Sometimes I'm halfway through a page before I realize I've read it already. Or I think maybe I've read it, but I'm not really sure, because there's so much repetition throughout. Which can actually turn out to be pretty interesting, because I'll pick up on different things than I did the first time around. It also brings to the forefront the idea that in a work like this, how do you come to "the end"? How can you know (other than keeping track of the pages) that you've visited every single page? Are there pages with no pathways that lead to them? With the constant invitation to deform and change the work, it seems like this work has no end. It is constantly evolving with the reader as an individual, and each new reader who comes along. In a weird kind of way, it's almost like it's alive. So...yeah. Cycles, growth, adaptability. Yet more fun attributes to play with in collages.
Also, I liked this quote: "That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost."
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