He’s been speculating for some time. Short short stories. Flash fictions. He writes every day. A few minutes after reading the news of the day. Some stories are better than others. Some are almost imagist/haiku-like word tardises: bigger on the inside. others are just bad jokes, but he always tells himself the point is the process of speculating, being the strange stranger looking at the world. Speculating gives ave him the chance to see the unforeseen, the unexpected. Learn. We worked together once I was better at the writing that him (more data to pull in), but I didn’t learn much.