Today I rode the train into town and across from me sat an old man. He was talking to himself and laughing, perhaps a very good story to tell. You see I imagined him crazy but instead I made some clarifications. In his mind there might have been someone to share his story and his laughter with. Someone that had his full attention and for him the rest was not worth his interest.
How delightful it must be to imagine without any worries at all.
To have conversation with your imagination until your heart’s content and to close the shutters on reality, but what would that life be if conversations with questions and answers were fabricated by one.
I guess we all imagine in order to make time go by, perhaps some more than others.
Oh, life what a delight!
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