Thinks

Luckily, no-one can tell what I am thinking. They see this handsome, debonair Flaneur and imagine that I am occupied by weighty matters of great import. Great Questions, Incisive Answers, Convoluted Cogitations that would cause a Lesser Intellect to sprain their brain.
And, generally, they would be right.
But, if I had thinks bubbles like what they have in comics, then people would be able to see that I occasionally descend to a less lofty plane and think about cotton reels and earwigs and sandwiches and gliders and radio-controlled clocks and how much I would like to have a go at driving one and ladybirds and lazy Susans and cakes and sandwiches again and invisible ink and visible winks and saving people from drowning or sharks or drowning sharks or what it would be like if we had thinks bubbles like what they have in comics.