The unconscious – that which is not yet conscious in us, unknown to us. The statement – the accompanying willed, intended and desired text. It is in some sense impoverished by it’s very conscious nature. There is a richer ‘story’. To access that you take a risk and listen to the babble and the utterances, like on the shrink’s couch. My incoherence, your incoherence – that place where there is no clear ‘aboutness’, where there is no single string or pruned and neatened narrative, the material that floats somewhere internally and cannot quite be named – that is something that has perhaps not been given enough regard or respect. This is a statement culture, a world that wants to know ‘what is that about?’ The statement is like a ticket to get you through a door to some desired place.