A huge white-board -4×2 meters- there on my wall. It’s not a white board actually, rather a wall-board –and not a wild-boar, as this will really not have any use in this story. A wall as a board, and much too white, even with all the post-it on it. Assumptions? Dreams? Desires? Ideas? More ideas? Facts? All thoughts passing through my head once, again and again, or simply once, striking like lightning… At times a wild-board, wild thoughts…. At time a well-board, proper thoughts…. At other, a wall-bored, thoughts going in circles. Once in a while I look at it, my collection… hum… maybe “collecting your thoughts” is not always the solution…
A Fish on a Hill 