Are that you remember all sorts of projects you want to work on one day.
Euridyce to Orpheus:
“You could have talked to me.
He never said
You couldn’t talk.
You could have asked,
‘What’s it like to be dead?’
You could have…”
“I want to dance with the beagles.” (I have no idea where that’s from, actually.)
“Articles to pitch: Hiking with asthma.”
And a several page summary of a middle grade science fiction novel called Silent Planet, which I really do want to write sometime very soon. But which first requires some serious plant biology research.