When I was a kid, I believed everything I was told, everything I read, and every dispatch sent out by my own overheated imagination

This made for more than a few sleepless nights, but it also filled the world I lived in with colors and textures I would not have traded for a lifetime of restful nights

I knew even then, you see, that there were people in the world whose imaginative sеnses were еither numb or completely dead