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Dr. Catto's writing is so finely tuned and sensitive that it goes all the way around the meter to a muscular, tenacious place in space and time. This is his very own metaphysical dwelling-place where he's carved out a chamber filled with thoughts and emotions that are at once both sad and optimistic, beautiful and wretched. You can travel on his words to this dwelling place, and if you do -- and if you can temporarily relinquish your grasp of solid, expectant things -- he will take you for a ride on a paper boat, and he will give you a glimpse into a parallel universe where time loses all meaning. He seems accustomed to that parallel sphere, though it's hard to avoid the feeling that no one else is really comfortable there. This is magical, mystical writing, conceived on those far eastern shores where Dr. Catto originated.