I do dumb stuff, like playing my favorite dumb Barry White song and lip-synching into the mirror so it looks like his voice is coming out of my mouth.
I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.
What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.
You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.
You'll never call him Fifi again.
I run a tight ship, but I try and make it seem like I'm not doing that at all.