I feel like I'm in a world with its own sense of logic. Its own rules. Like when you're in a dream, and you know there are rules you mustn't break. Even if you don't know what they mean. I'm just going along with it, you know?

“I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places …”

“I took the dog out for a walk tonight, and together we wandered across the mead…”

“That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.”

“There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they see…”