From a letter written in Baguio
|Baguio Country Club|
When you are a child, fantasy is your reality. When you are an adult, you see fantasy for what it is. And instead of being frustrated by its fugitive nature, you learn to play by its rules.
I can't argue with you when you said all this is pointless. But I also can't argue with a playful cat, a well-designed structure, a bee feasting on a fully-bloomed flower, a kiss—even the merest possibility of grandeur.
All I know is I'll take what I can, enjoy what I can, create what I can.
|In every worthwhile journey, a cat;|
What flowers open for