Here’s an interesting post on Philip K Dick, over at tor.com. This bit, a quote from Dick himself, is what caught my eye:
“I used to dig in the garden, and there isn’t anything fantastic or ultradimensional about crab grass…unless you are a sf writer, in which case, pretty soon you’re viewing crabgrass with suspicion. What are its real motives? And who sent it in the first place? The question I always found myself asking was, What is it really?”
Next summer, I am going to eye my crabgrass with far more speculation. What is it really?