Is it a curse? Or is it a blessing? My mind doesn’t travel in straight lines. More likely circles, or curly-cues, or just plain scribbles…
Whenever I have a problem, like now, with money, or my children, or my wife, or my dog, or my job, or my… goodness this seems to go on forever… I tend to get screwy ideas about mass public transit via circus cannon, or dog diapers, or little green men invading the Earth and claiming to be from Mars although they are really from a planet one hundred light years away… Well, you get the idea. Off topic… outside the box… from deep left field… all sorts of cliches to explain why I don’t think normally about stuff. I just can’t. I need to sail on a sea of dreams in a ship with pink sails. Escape… dream… imagine… And sometimes it solves the problem, but usually it doesn’t. And life goes on, but with a little less cash than before, a little less discipline than before, a little less love than before, a little more rolled-up newspaper… You understand. The Devil didn’t make me do it. Imagination did. And so I must go sailing.
Catch a Falling Star 