Calamitous cliché of creativity, flowing out from inner space, surprised in new publishing forms, doesn’t tell who’s creating what and why.  Too much context can be just too much, and can even start to look thin.

Publishing strives to be less, to get to a nub, kernel, noyau.  It’s happy to be smaller when needed, or larger when handling expressions of numerous levels of complexity. What we do not put on paper or on screen, with no help or support offered to the imbiber with the textual device, can be the very thing that shapes the constructs and the means we must employ to decipher them.