The Search
But Not For Answers ...
As I write this, I'm sitting in my favourite coffee place, green tea in my cup, Fugu Kiss playing in my earbuds, and thinking about nothing in particular except eerie, echoing French electronic music.
Oh, and I'm wearing my favourite blood-red shades indoors.
Do I scare you? Only, you see, I don't scare me, and I have to live in this body with me all the time. And ifI caan live with me, all my weird thoughts and my fantastic imagery, all this science fiction in my head, not tropes but creativity, not memorised slogans but dreams of high weirdness … then you can live with me being in the world, too.
See, I don't just fill my head with other people's stuff. I read. I learn hella fast. I don't know everything, and a bunch of stuff I am supposed to know could be wrong, so I never stop looking.
Not for answers. For more questions. Not for closure; for more doors to fling open dramatically.