“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?"
I do see, I see a madness to this world. Real life becomes strange, and what we see is not what we know.
Our idea of home becomes so convoluted that where ever we lay our head down is home.
Yet. Where is home?