I have been wondering about conversations.
When I look back at the years that have gone by me… the most cherished moments belong to the conversations I had… on the terrace in the middle of the night, across the table filled with glasses of old monk, in trains, out on the streets… with people, with plants, with my dog, with a bird and many times, just with myself.
Reminded of Mark Twain’s words, “Lets stop communicating for a while, so that we can have a conversation.”
I invite you in…
But do remember that I am a performer… I never tell the truth, and I never lie.
