Who can know the heart of youth but youth itself?

-What is nothing? I impetuously asked.-It is what you can see of your eyes without a mirror, was the answer.

Personally, I'm not much for symbolism. I never get it. Why can't things be just as they are? I never thought to psychoanalyze Seymour Glass or sought to break down 'Desolation Row.' I just wanted to get lost, become one with somewhere else, slip a wreath on a steeple top solely because I wished it.