I Wanted My Wild Things

The Magic Of Childhood Is The Strangeness Of Childhood — The Uniqueness That Makes Us See Things That Other People Don't See.

Art Has Always Been My Salvation. And My Gods Are Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson, Mozart. I Believe In Them With All My Heart. And When Mozart Is Playing In My Room, I Am In Conjunction With Something I Can’t Explain — I Don’t Need To. I Know That If There’s A Purpose For Life, It Was For Me To Hear Mozart. Or If I Walk In The Woods And I See An Animal, The Purpose Of My Life Was To See That Animal. I Can Recollect It, I Can Notice It. I’m Here To Take Note Of. And That Is Beyond My Ego, Beyond Anything That Belongs To Me, An Observer, An Observer.

I Mean, Being A Child Was Being A Child, Was Being A Creature Without Power, Without Pocket Money, Without Escape Routes Of Any Kind. So I Didn't Want To Be A Child.

And It Is Through Fantasy That Children Achieve Catharsis. It Is The Best Means They Have For Taming Wild Things.

My Brother, Who Was Older, Was The Gifted One, Much More Talented Than I.