I wrote 200/32 over ten years ago. What I meant then (and what I manage now) was the intractability that certain ideas have, and how, when adopted whole heartedly at a young age, never seem to go away, but rather go underground and ply their craft and make their mischief for years afterward. Back then, I was captured by the idea of the dichotomy of intellect and experience, the idea that life was either lived or thought about. The apotheosis was experience—not the natural inclination of a kid like me, who would rather hang back from all the fucking and fighting out there the big, big world. Nowadays, more often than not, I think that there is no line at all between thought and experience. My mind and ideas, such as they are, are implicated in everything I do. Ideas animate, not the least of which is the idea that animation is essential, the great Romantic bogey that chases people like me long after we have stopped believing in the essentialist myths of the likes of Alexis Zorba.