Do Down

Here we have a quirky city guy who sleeps in trees, not always the same tree. He moves around, from place to place. What is he doing? Thinking. Call it philosophic introspection. All the time he is thinking, ruminating, examining his self, his thoughts, and his world. Friends find him, talk to him, know him and much of his history; yet he recognizes no one. Or at the least, tries very hard not to acknowledge his history with them. He avoids remembering having a name-which is Jolty Jone to everyone else-because by avoiding his name, he can avoid remembering the life that goes along with that name. Jolty wants privacy and solitude and time to think, to create, to understand, and to laugh at the absurdities of life.