‘A SALUTE TO YOU IN A HURRY’

Mentally I am clumsy and I deplore the fact. I believe I’d be happier if I had the hands of a worker, like my father. There’s not much to ruminate over when your hands think for you; hands capable making useful, tangible things that affect nature immediately. But I carry the DREAMS of my mother and this requires a different kind of contextualization, beyond the stroke of a brush or the pound of a hammer.

What I ask myself often and now you, is “AM I A BEHIND-THE-TIMES MODERN OR A CONTEMPORARY OF THE FUTURE?” I personally do not know, but I am in a rush to find out. How can the intelligent person of today not be in a hurry?