In my mind there is a constant volcano of Sir Tijn Po juice.
I need only be silent and concentrate in order to experience the essence of that flavor, that very specific stank.
And I really like that stank.
Like most people like theirs.
Biologically programmed to appreciate.
So why pick up a pen and stop the focus and show?
a) To document for my own later re-enjoyment;
b) To capture ideas for future consumption; an unexplainable urge to contribute to the ever-evolving mosaic;
But no time for novels.
And whoever can’t unpack these essences is not worth the distraction necessary to feed them.