it’s one of those evenings. feels as if the world is spinning out of control. i wonder what control we seek and what is this world that seems to be in such danger. around me, in “reality”, all is as it should be. or so it seems. what if nothing is the way we think it is? what if we are just creating a fantasy, each our own, and what we see touch taste hear smell is just in our…
At the stroke of the midnight hour, the start of 31st of July, I stood in a parking lot waiting with hundreds of other people in a queue, in front of a brightly lit truck. The truck is called the Amazon Treasure Truck. And for this once, I can personally vouch for the treasure it carried within. I got my copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. I have read all the books, of course. And watched all the movies.…