Fooling Around

A distinct advantage of fooling around, instead of attempting art, is the dictates of head are completely eliminated - the big goal that has had me travelling a zillion miles, sitting in firm meditation for endless hours, doing repetitive laps in a lonely pool. Furthermore, the results of this absurd entertainment are itself interesting, to me, and maybe worthy of pondering, by others? What really is me? neon floaties in a dark sea? a sparse face? layered jungle? cultivated orchids? blue paper flowers? jagged peaks? wherein lies a me?