Him

He's smart, that one. He uses his head, always striving, always learning, always bettering himself in some way. I adore his desperation to know more, a glutton for knowledge. Art is his way of thinking. His way of life. There is art in everything. Life is a compilation of the intellectual lifes of those past. His mind, a hopeful contribution to the future human nervous systems yet to be manufactured. I want to be an audience member to this play featuring his striving for accumulation. Yet I don't even know how to locate the box office. So I get to view from a far this symphony of constant learning he's been conducting since day one. Hoping one day I get to be a part of his world of progressive thinking. In his objective to be influenced, perhaps he can influence.