they may have the power to imprison me but no one has the power to keep me in prison”, because “wherever you lock me up I will travel the world with the wings of my endless mind … Like all writers, I have magic. I can pass through walls with ease.

They may have the power to imprison me but no one has the power to keep me in prison

I talk all day with people who are seen and heard by no one, people who don’t exist and won’t exist until the day I mention them … As I don’t want to put them on paper in prison, I inscribe all of this into the crannies of my mind with the dark ink of memory.

I talk all day with people who are seen and heard by no one, people who don’t exist and won’t exist until the day I mention them. I listen as they converse among themselves. I live their loves, their adventures, their hopes, worries and joys. I sometimes chuckle as I pace the courtyard, because I overhear their rather entertaining conversations. As I don’t want to put them on paper in prison I inscribe all of this into the crannies of my mind with the dark ink of memory.