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.

Just essences.

And whoever can’t unpack these essences is not worth the distraction necessary to feed them.