Genesis

I remember, at four or five years old, thinking about what I wanted to do with my life.

There was absolutely no question; I wanted to be an inventor. I can’t remember what I wanted to invent, or why. I could just imagine that feeling of being surrounded by invention. The feeling of contribution, of creation. Robots & Rube Goldberg devices…

But this memory has only a dreamlike clarity, and somehow fused in there is this black typewriter as well, a typewriter I never owned, whose purpose is unclear. And faded off-white pages, floating in my mind like an open thought.

An inventor with a typewriter, from my sandbox looking up..

That’s all I can remember.

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