Did you grow up drawing the interiour of battleships or the Star Trek’s Enterprise spaceship?

Will your son draw the interiour of a carved-out asteroid?

Do the children of JG Ballard remember a happy childhood?

Would you rather your child excel as a profitable purveyor of illegal mushrooms or an unpaid novelist?

What about your inner child?

Our purpose was to tear down national boundaries as we kept patriotism alive, losing citizens who couldn’t shake backward-thinking but sharing their taxed profits with the progressive populace.

Truth is no stranger to fiction.

Homemade balloon rides to the stars.

Beaming replicas, error-checking an afterthought.

Conversations as old-fashioned as cursive writing and keyboards.

Paper backed fantasies.

One voice as seven billion personalities weaving subplots like bubble memory storing bits of magnetic flux dangling from a loom.

Numbers – language as mathematical equations.

Volunteering to volunteer because no one waits for time to wait for no one.

The beauty of obscurity.

Rosin dust floating above strings.

The pain of waiting to join Club 27 plus one plus two plus three plus…

Self-expression a cause AND effect.