History eats a lot.
You know how you dream? You dream up this great idea… not something that necessarily will benefit the whole of humanity, but a great idea…be it a new place to put the clean towels, how to wash the dog without washing yourself… stuff like that.
The illustration you see before you was the result of one of those nocturnal interludes. Half asleep, bleary and not knowing where I was or what day it was, I thought (at that moment) this was the best idea ever conceived by a walnut-sized brain. I’d have to do some research, but I’m pretty sure that I would hold the record.
Anyway…
Thought of this line, knew I had to remember it, so I wrote it down. The next thing I know, I woke up.
I hadn’t wrote anything down… I must’ve dreamed I was writing. Thankfully, I remembered the line. So I went to Frank, who never sleeps, and gave this gift to him.
“What’s this mean?” he said.
“Are you really kidding me? With all the education you have, you need ME to tell you what this deep bit of observation on history means? Seriously?”
I was hoping he’d take the bait and say he did know what it meant… just to save face. He paused. Looked up, looked down then looked at me.
“You don’t know what it means either, do you?”
Rats. He was right. I have no idea what the line means.
I took in a big gulp of morning air and exhaled, “You’re the artist, you can do something with it.”
And then I walked away using my best George Jefferson walk.
