To begin

I wanted to go on an adventure.

Unfortunately I’m not an adventurous type. I tried, don’t get me wrong. But hot water and soft beds are my best friends.

So I sent other people off to do what I can’t.

I remembered the dreams that authors bound on paper and gave me when I was young, and tried to do the same.

Now I beat on my tin drum. It’s the best rhythm I know how to make.