You are in a room. The room is empty. There is nothing there, not even a window or a door.
But you have a chalk. You can draw anything with the chalk. And what you draw becomes real.
This is the premise of the novel, "The Wall" (1951), by Kobo Abe, a Japanese writer whose books I passionately read when I was a teenager.
At a certain point, the protagonist of the story starts to draw a window. He tries to make what he sees through the window as realistic as possible.
But can he do it?
Can he create a world?
Later, I realised that it was the problem of Laplace's demon.
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