No beginning, no middle, no ending.

I like to play. With my imagination. Preferably in short bursts. Isn’t necessary to drag things out. Into long, long stories. Easier to catch a glimpse. To not know everything. To always be curious. About something or other. I like stories. Without beginnings. Without middles. Without endings. A momentary experience. Yes, a flash of imagination. So that I don’t know too much. About the secrets of life.   Better, a hodge-podge. Without continuity.  Keeps me guessing. That maybe there’s no beginning, no  middle, no ending. –Jim Broede