My imagination is a gigantic steamed dumpling. Everything in my life that I have experienced is stuffed inside, and grows steadily from then on. It is located on the back of my eyelids, and to enter I simply close my eyes.

I am fond of warm climates, so my imagination is warm. But I can acquire shaved ice to cool off when my world gets too hot. I taste the subtle cross of beef and hot waffles with syrup. I smell the first few weeks of summer when the grass is growing and the trees blow in the wind. When I have a sad day, my imagination reflects darkness and foreboding with the sounds and smells of a thunder-struck stormy day.

My most favorite imaginary world pastime is hang gliding. l am able to ride the wind by riding the hot air emitted by the dumpling.

My Spirit, My Declaration -

You never know if you never try.

- Eduard