He delights in being nothing, or everything, all at once. With eyes wide open, he appears to be gazing at the autumnal splendor of oak and burnt sienna tones, and as eyes blink closed, perhaps he is savoring the feeling of a dry coat before winter rains.
But in truth, he's internally reciting his 60,000 word memoir, "Tail: why it matters". There is no reason to publish it, or share it with others, it is his, all his.
