I seem to live in the abstract. I see the abstract everywhere and it is a delightful change to the normal world. Just pushing a trolley in the supermarket gives me an idea to pull out the camera and take a photo: the composition of my walking stick (an abstract in its own right) laying in an unplanned position, with the shopping bag. It was just a coincidence, some might even go a step further and call it chaos.
A fly landed on my computer on the F1 button. I am sitting outside on the porch and writing. I took a photo. Why the F1 button and not the screen: only the fly knows. Perhaps there was too much light.
And now it has reached the questions mark. Perhaps it is searching for the unanswered question, but it has now been immortalised on my abstract photo on the computer. I am now planning to end its short life because it has become an annoyance.
I am not the great writer with various thesis on the state of abstract. I know what I like and the stranger the better. A golden oldie that prefers the paintings of Hieronymus Bosch or Salvador Dali. I see enough reality in daily life and need to escape now and again.