And then the more you seek the more you find and see and hear and remember and then you get sent things and remember things and the whole delightful chaos of connecting images and ideas becomes another movement - like in Alice's Restaurant; because it becomes clear that in seeing the world in solitude and solitary you do not see the world as a whole but can only pretend to. Continuing the Baudrillard idea of the other, I remember Jacques Derrida writing, "To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend..." and this flying man, this birdman, this Icarus figure is experiencing something other than pretence which takes great guts and courage. Camus said, "You cannot create experience, you must undergo it..." but is there time enough for all the flying we desire? And I was reminded of this clip (and another which I will post later) but this film has a great Icarus ending to it - sublime - with a great song too - worth seeing it through to the end - how my heart behaves: