I love the idea of titles, but you are right in your correctness… they are the way of the others. Maybe we have them only when we want them, they only mean something only when we want them too, they change constantly and they have to sound as pompous as those in the barren and pointless land. Oh.. and when written out… no capitals. Today I am the plutocrat of hats and cheese. Maybe you can be the keeper of the keys and monkeys and mondays.
Anyway, I find myself tied in the barren place. The numbers and facts and projections and the time stealers are holding me down. Dizzying me with useless information. I do not speak their language. I crave our land and want to talk about all the onederfull things in it and all the playfull ideas you expressed. But forgive me for I can only sneak away briefly. I will be back. And not have to look over my shoulder when I do. (I am afraid I am being followed)