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| He makes worlds, and worlds within those. They
are so real. There's no telling which one IS real, that is if anything is. The people are odd. Their physics don't belong to the worlds. They visit through strange portals. Yet they fight and argue and hold meetings about these worlds. So it must be real, must'nt it? Psychedelic landscapes. Strange half-built houses hanging in mid-...erm...air? |
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| Why bother? Who has the time, money or
inclination to use this? Yet he builds his worlds, his places and people come. How people found out, he doesn't know. They were his little places and he didn't even like them. The people are here now, with their pets and partners. |
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| box/ | Yet there is no age. The mountains haven't
seen endless winters, the fields haven't seen innumerable summers and the trees haven't
seen countless autumns. So is it real? It's hard to say. He wants it to be. He is in control here, he likes there too. Maybe he's making things too complicated. Maybe he just wants to talk to someone who cares. People can't really care here, not if it isn't real, and that's what he really needs. |
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