Instead of writing a novel in a document on my computer, and saving it as I go, I could start one in this diary, beginning whenever, on one day or another, and continuing from entry to entry, illustrating like I have been, with pictures that I’ve drawn, though not minding if those pictures are representational or abstract, though the novel itself would be representational, meaning, rendered in such a way that, if it succeeded, readers would forget they were looking at words, and punctuation, and instead would see, in their mind’s eye, a sequence of images that the words and punctuation produced.