Please bear with me. The Museum had an interview with the Muse scheduled, but every time she's reminded, I get this look, like she just can't be bothered and I've clearly interrupted some pressing forest romp:

While the Muse and I do bear a striking resemblance to one another, closer inspection will reveal
this is indeed her and not me: to my consternation she doesn't seem to age past 19 and has
a propensity for wearing flowers as headgear.

I sense a distinct reluctance at the prospect of having her mercurial existence subjected to the rigors of verbal order via the blog, don't you? However, with my years of practice wrestling Creativity, I know I'll pin her down eventually. Stay tuned...