This weekend I drove for ten hours. Unusually I did not listen to the radio. Instead I wrote a book in my head. It is called “Farming Black Swans”.
If I write it down, it will be non-fiction, possibly a technical manual if my research bears out the concepts in my head. However, in essence it is a narrative so might just as well be a novel. A central character would be a mathematician by trade and spirituality.
There was one distant swan. It was white. It is not featured in this watercolour sketch. Those blobs at the front are indeterminate ducks.
All swans are white. Discuss.