He took a few minutes to get settled, grabbed a sandwich from the refrigerator under the bar, and poured himself a drink. He was exhausted after the party he’d just left and grateful to have a quiet moment to himself.

I’m walking in a sea of dreams

You get mixed up in stories and legends and soon you can’t distinguish them from facts anymore, because history and legend are uninterrupted threads

on living here, on being lived by me.

Have you ever drifted into an experience so foreign you lack the means to communicate it and all the rules you relied upon to guide