And people who don’t dream,
who don’t have any kind of imaginative life,
they must…they must go NUTS.
I can’t imagine that.
I can’t imagine not imagining, not daydreaming, not wondering. I can’t imagine not asking “What if…?” when I look around the world. I can’t imagine not seeing monsters lurking in corners or darkness lurking beneath every façade. (Okay, honestly, maybe not picturing those kinds of things for a bit would be a welcome break for my weary mind.)
Without my imagination, who would I be?