Imagination is something I severely did not lack while in school, my exercise books were filled with stories and ideas and what not. Part of me would really like to dig up those old exercise books and find the old floppy disks with all of those stories on them and look back at them and see how my younger self wrote, handled characters and prose. Part of me really doesn’t want to look at them for fear of what I might uncover- what would hormone driven teenage Sandman’s approach to female characters be like? I dread to think!
Of course now, life has been going on and of course that effects how the imagination works. Is that necessarily a good thing? I know not, but certainly it is different.
Anyway, lets end with a song. Here’s the Sound himself