When you write stuff more on the surrealist/magical realism side of things the question of “what drugs were you on when you wrote this” gets really tiresome. I was standing in line at the grocery store when I was like “maybe I should write a story about an infinitely expanding parking lot” and then I did it while eating a cheese sandwich and listening to cool Zelda music and rain noises to study to
The only drugs involved here was Kraft American cheese slices
But seriously though you can’t interact with everything you read like it needs to make logical sense in a real world way. And that sentiment is extremely English-speaking-world anyways. If you read Jorge Luis Borges, even in translation, you kind of just have to accept what he’s giving you. You see what he’s doing. He’s messing with concepts. Let a writer just take you somewhere nonsensical sometimes so you can focus on what they’re actually pointing at. It’s enjoyable. It’s weird. It’s wacky. It is what it is. And if you’re looking for real world logic in a surrealist story or play or movie you’re gonna walk right by all the good parts.