It demands artistic genius, because it needs artistic genius, and genius then appears. No demand, ergo no genius. My principal concerns have evolved from different ideas. Quite a bit, in both my novels and my poems, although it tends to be an overlay rather than an underlay. Existence isn't absurd.
People are absurd.
Let's talk mechanics for a moment. It's straight from the head, followed by a prodigious amount of editing. The sentence is a brain-impacted monster, a form of syntactic biology. There are three instances of others' participation in my book. The photos, drawings, other handwritings, all of the texts, and the conceptual layout of the book and each of the pages are mine.