Muchas manos, una sola palabra

I feel I have been a lot of different people. Many people have sat at this typewriter, using my fingers. Writing my books.

My books are forgeries. Nobody wrote them. The goddam typewriter wrote them; it’s a magic typewriter. Or like John Denver gets his songs: I get them from the air. Like his songs, they—my books—are already there. Whatever that means.

— Tomado de La exégesis de Philip K. Dick, nuevo libro con notas y memorias, vía Arturo.

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