Seriously. I can see how some people harness that same energy and mad enthusiasm and express it in different ways, how they might write music with the worlds inside their head or make art with it.

And then I think of my mother, who as far as I'm aware, had nothing. She worked, she raised three kids. She read books and watched TV, but she didn't seem to make an emotional connection with fiction. She'd watch a sad film, and my sister and I would both be sitting there pouring tears, but not mum. She never put on music while she did the cleaning or the cooking, and danced around the kitchen like I do. And I just wonder... how??? How could you go through life like that and not be crushed by the banality of it all?