For several years, perhaps, I will be obsessed with the senses, or love, or whales, or the environment, or the dark night of the soul. This creative hunger has not always been a boon. For many years it alienated me from family and playmates, who found my mental fantasia odd. I still remember being reprimanded in kindergarten for using too many colors to draw a tree's thick, chewy-looking bark. In college I flunked logic.
All bats are blue.
I've noticed that shadows really aren't black, they're blue. Blue is a color easily affected by changing light. I was altogether too creative to pass logic. Although my passion is for words, I also like to play with ideas. I love looking at something from as many sides as possible, lifting up an observation and shaking it until a revelation falls out.