psychologically we differ slightly. but our vision has never been better. you are a dreamer, and I’m a transcriber. you muse me with your medium of dream living and creation. your world must be one without walls, a beautiful place almost as strange as you where nothing makes sense but everything still exists. you follow the beat of a different drum, you dance to its off-putting dissonant rouse… the world without you is a distant one. a world with walls, a ceiling and floor. a house with no location other than its physical form. a room made of glassless walls with nothing but reform and rules and realism. |