where the blog title comes from

I had no idea what to string up above the page. This morning I was reading "the tree of smoke" by Denis Johnson". I have read "already dead" by him a few years ago. That one was like a classic Californian crime thriller, only it was set in blinding daylight instead of Marlowes night and everybody , absolutely everybody, was stoned on marijuana or coke.
This is a Vietnam story. I read the page with the young North Vietnamese man sitting in a camp with a lost group of mountain youths. Nobody speaks the same language and he is trying to persuade them to give up their fugitive life ( as nobody is looking for them anyway) and come North to fight for freedom. In the dawn he sits and thinks, "sooner or later the mind grasps at a thought and follows it into the labyrinth, one thought branching into another. Then the labyrinth caves in on itself and you find yourself outside. You were never inside-it was a dream".
I love that stuff.