In Down down up, I made the case that there was no denying Burt’s impairments.
He’s no longer tethered to his Wall Street past, except for his frequent talk of money and time.
He doesn’t see the companion of his journey by his side but lives with lots of imagined company.
(Let me clarify, although it seems I am never around, Burt does see my value; I am important in his life. I appreciate that, and I plan to stick around, unseen, but appreciated.)
It’s his imagined world and the breadth of his conversations in it I find so amazing.
When he talks, he can talk for hours. [When those hours are 2, 3, or 4 a.m. they are intrusive and not always well-received. Still, the discussions he has are, as I put it before, amazing.]
Burt is in every sense exercising his creativity. The stories he tells! The places he goes! The advice he dishes out by beautifully formed spoonfuls!
His patience in explaining his vision is matched by impatience at anyone of his minions who is slow or uncooperative.
Burt has created a world. In fact, he creates worlds in each one of his many conversations.
His ability to envision different worlds with each excursion is astonishing.
He’s amazing!
this is our life 