Ah! Remember what I said about my notebooks being a cruel practical joke? Well, what I did here was to tear a picture from a magazine, paste it onto the page, and then compose extempore a very short story upon it. It's an exercise in imagination and discipline. As I recall it, the story worked.
But if the story worked, then why should I? I look at the thing and my heart shrinks from the job. It would be a lot of labor to decipher it. So I shan't.
Feel free to do so yourself, though, if that's the way your inclinations bend.