I'm great.

Horizons are opening and it feels fantastic.
Even if I get things wrong it won't matter, because nothing I do is important. That's a good thing.

Happy.

Lucky.
I feel like I'm floating. My feet don't touch the ground, but I stay down to earth all the same. Who could possibly waant to leave?

I understand.

Some situations are different, desolate, destitute. But not for me. I'm out of the woods,

And I can go off into the fields now and play. I think I probably deserve it.

• "I have nothing to declare except my genius." ~ Oscar Wilde, New York customs, 1892 (?)

Nothing else matters. Devotion. Couldn't be simpler. I've woken up.

Improvise, and everything'll be fine.

That's how it works.