I don’t mean to manipulate your attention by editing my experience; that seems to be more like mass-production than art. I have to keep it the way it appears to me, you see, otherwise it ceases to be mine and might as well be anything else. There is only hope that you would wander after it all alone and unguided and stumble upon what you might not have otherwise and then feel at first the pang of surprise and then second a joy at having found something that you are rather fond of.

But we must trade the possibility of never stumbling upon it in the first place for the guarantee that if you do happen to stumble upon something it will not have been placed there in your track—this is the manipulation. Instead, let art be unfettered and it’s offspring be more art, or else if we manipulate it from the start then we will only have derivations that are increasingly far from anything truly original.