Apparently I have been misspelling ‘fantasy’ as ‘fantasty’ for who knows how long. More details on tasty fantasy can be found in the above piece. What if a new art form dropped, and that art form was just watching your friend’s dreams? Or what if your own dreams were streamed by your friends? What is it like to have friends but not privacy? Under surveillance, when is consent possible? If [above piece] reads like a Laura Mulvey fanfic, it is.
On technique: my general observation is that it is fairly easy to connect two subjects in writing, even if those two subjects (or people) are vastly separated from one another. (Hello, the infamous comparison essay.) The real trick is not just in connecting two or more subjects, but in finding the most efficient/logical/lightest/most intuitive way to connect them. To find the way the subjects would relate to each other if they were old friends. Anyway, that is what I think Calvino was trying to tell us in his lecture series Six Memos for the Next Millennium, and the above piece is a practice in writing lightly.
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