I am the master of day dreams, drifting off every time, without fail, into a world of radness! There I can do anything, and mark my words, I usually do. It completely fascinates me that each and everyone of us has this entire world inside of our heads. The very thought, that thoughts our locked behind our impermeable skulls. People unaware of what we truly think of them, or even hiding traits and secrets of our personalities, that can only ever be speculated upon by intuitive individuals, that are clever enough to join the dots, and unless proven otherwise, will always be left wondering.  I have often found myself woken up amazed at how realistic a dream that evening prior had been. I was flying, feeling the cold air on my finger tips and wind blowing into my face, hardly able to open my eyes, as I rush around the cloud castles and palaces of my private mind.

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.
Pablo Picasso

At the time before the birth of my baby brother, my twin and I used to have to share a room together,  this was actually the case until our sister moved out and we entered our teen years, much before all the spots and awkward self awareness around girls we liked, you’d find my brother and I playing in our room. that place was our fortress, our entire world. The birth place of Squeaky Mouse our imaginary friend, a battleground where good would come up against the forces of evil, on a daily basis. We would put our duvets across our beds and make dens, taking apart our toys to see how they worked, and some cases even inventing new ones out of the collection of loose parts. We used to jump from one bed to the other convinced that the more we did this, the closer we were getting to actually being fully able to fly. This place was ours, so much in fact that when our step father removed our giant toy box, to use the wood for adult things; my brother and I cried for hours, as we watched him in the back garden chopping it up with a face void of caring or emotion as my brother and I where forced to enter adulthood.

A relationship with a box must have appeared strange, or just a child’s attachment that from an adults perspective was irrelevant. Fascinations and attachments to things and places are important to me. I had always had a strange fascination with things that were high up; buildings, tall people and trees, from a very earlier age, I have looked upon these monstrous structures with conquering eyes, hungry to climb them, find any treasure that they might be hiding within their branches, (maybe befriend a few squirrels on the way up, helping them on some quest to save the squirrel princess from the evil Owl king?) Finally, many side quests later, lessons forgotten, friendships solidified, I’ll reach the summit, perching myself on the final branch I’d shout down at my brothers from the top, for I was the king of the castle, and they were the dirty rascals.

I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.
Dr. Seuss

Since breaking out, (rather slowly I might add) of my teenage years, I have found adjusting to the responsibilities of adult life a difficult one. This is partly due to wanting nothing more than to not do, what I’m expected. Managing the adult expectations of the generation above us, when I think about this, it fills my muscles with a solid defiance. I still long to play games, in fact, if I’m totally honest with myself, it’s pretty much all I ever think about. I love fun, and it surprises me how many people feel ashamed to admit and let go of the inhibitions, to accept that, this is all they want to do as well.

Innovation accelerates and compounds. Each point in front of you is bigger than anything that ever happened.
Marc Andreessen

It is a word that has a thousand applications, it means ground breaking, change, and rebellion from the tend. There is only a select few of us that walk this earth that are capable innovators; the risk takers, the ones that don’t succumb to the trends to satisfy an eager, fully laundered consumer, that it is caught in the headlights of fashion. Being brave enough to be the darkness, that the light fills, ask questions and think to yourself, fuck it. To me, this is what makes us, the ones that refuse to disconnect from our childhoods, the most sort after creative types on the planet. Ironically we’ll never all be at the forefront, as we’re just too busy having all the fun.