Chris George would read from Mt Analogue to OB students for inspiration about paying
attention to where you were on you ascent. Both literal and figurative.
That was 1971.
I am still trying to understand it.
Although not the streets of Paris, my picking up a flattened beer can from the intersection
of Hunter and Hyman Streets, Aspen, is a worm hole through the Black Hole of imagination and consciousness. Imagine my delight finding the “route description” to Mt Analogue on the can.
(In order get the can to ‘float’ I stuck it to a clothing store window and photographed there).