It is very boring to be an adult, Luce.lovely poetic prose!

Hello,

nice to see a form of writing that is rarely seen on here. Writing a letter about the loss of imagination is, well, imaginative, is it not?

As children we develop our imaginations and use the world around us to stoke it and create a base that we can use into adulthood.

People say that men don't learn to grow up. I say that we choose not to. Many of us, myself included allow our good ladies to be the 'grown up'. My partner is extremely responsible whilst I am a big kid. This musty be infuriating at times for her, but this is our balance and my lighter side usually balances the serious and sometimes stressful nature of life.

I like the simile of water being the accumulating responsibilities of life. If we fail to control them they will drown us. How do we manage responsibility? Not, like me, passing it onto others, but sharing with supportive others your needs. I need help here with this damn door handle? Scream if need be, someone will come and help. Eventually, in your letter you manage to unclog the dam of hair and free yourself. Are we ever free, I guess freedom is an illusion of the mind - imagination if you will...

p.s. I know of some good wrinkle cream!

Take care,

Michael