What do I write, and why do I write? Now that's a question! At first I thought I write when I have something to say. Then I realised that wasn't quite right either — the reason can't be that simple. What can't be said, and isn't quite understood either, is what I try to make simpler by writing it down. Sometimes words run short, and then I turn to pictures for help. My attempt at writing is a bit like trying to reach the moon — part of the way by train, part by car, part by bicycle, part on foot — and I still find the moon exactly where the moon always was! I'm thoroughly out of breath. I still haven't worked out why I write! I don't understand it myself either.