After years suspended in formless limbo, I feared I’d go mad. Some solitudes can’t be withstood.
So I created a world in my mind.
Fantasies of people, work, routine. I filled every moment with life, imagining each second as though I were living it. Moments of wonder, moments mundane, I created them all.
In time, I even forgot it was a game. Fantasy became reality, and solitude was forgotten. I was truly living in the world I’d created.
None of this is true, of course, it’s just a story I’ll post on the internet.
To the best of my knowledge.
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Creating the World
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