A little later than usual but that’s the way of it, sometimes. Crispina says we have until forever to write so… here I am! I love finding something of mine to add to hers and put them together and I have it on good authority that it has now become expected of me. I do not want to disappoint!
Where does this go, do you think?
Nowhere. You can plainly see it’s a broken down something that is now nothing.
You’ve no imagination, you know that? Look how it seems to glow. I think we should go in and investigate.
I think your imagination is working overtime. You’re always off in some magical place in your mind.
What’s wrong with that?
Nothing, I guess. But you know, facing reality is better suited to getting on in life.
I dunno about that. There is enough awful in reality. Seems to me, injecting a little magic helps to soften things, make the real palatable.
As long as you don’t forever live in your magical state.
You are so annoying sometimes, you know that? Now hush up and come with me, would you?
Fine. But you’ll see there’s nothing— whoa… what the hell?
Whatsamatter? Did you find some magic, oh, Realist?