My mind is one of the most imaginative I can think of. And that’s not necessarily positive. The scenarios I picture, the expectations I nurture, the fictitious events I fathom – it all reaches gargantuan proportions in the blink of an eye.
I’m thinking I should devote even more time to the visual arts, to cinema and literature too. And I should declare independence from my own thoughts.
Or maybe use them to weave wonderful webs of stories and characters, all intertwined into something that will not prevent me from leading a quieter existence.
Rather than adding fiction to what’s real, I shall attempt to extract imaginativeness from reality and place it where it belongs.