The Museum of Eterna's Novel

WHAT DO YOU EXPECT: I MUST KEEP PROLOGUING

What do you expect: I must keep prologuing while avoiding the abuse of prologuing the prologues; and while I’m at that I have to make them prologues of something, that is, they must be followed by something (a novel); meanwhile I can’t permit my novel the caprice of prologuing itself (which is the equivalent of making biographical allusions in histories or doctrinaire declarations in the text of a novel in progress); meanwhile I must assure you, as I do now, that I am well on the road to auto-prologuery, which should definitely dampen the prologues’ hopes (they complained once) for autoexistence (autoexistence is the ultimate response to the mystery of the world, which involves eternity), meaning they would not have to subordinate their existence to whatever follows; the auto-prologue would be to a shaky literature, anticipatory of prologuing what the two most usual forms of reportage — auto-reportage (without a reporter) and reportage without anything to report, or antiquated reportage (which demands two people and a fixed appointment) — what the speed and expedition of our epoch have eradicated as too complicated, less than fiscally sound, and even informal in our obligated lives — what do you expect, until the novel comes, you’ll have to make do with what comes before…