I Am Most Drawn To

Unlike The Actual, The Fictional Explains Itself.

At Retirement, Switching From "i Must" To "i Want" Leaves Me Puzzled And Uneasy.

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?

Aimless Drifting Also Fulfills An Intention.

Comedy Defends The Commonplace; Tragedy Explodes It.