I exist in two planes of existence — in the world where I create worlds and in the physical.
I move more in the first than in the latter.
It is an incessant world, often at odds with “reality.”
It took forever to decipher the duality of such intrigue, that at times I still believe I am verily insane.
It is true then, that an internal fictional world is easier to control than its “real,” but absurd external counterpart.
