A vacation of fabrication, seen with inner vision, a place where Inhibitions, get left behind, an escape to find, landscapes pre-designed, yet untainted my mankind. Liberation redefined, unaffected by time, an uncontrolled state of mind.

Populated by lines, but no order, spaces with no borders, a nation which trades inspiration. Where subjects of no sovereign morph through metaphors, created by the natural force of assertion. A festival of adjectival perversions. Where fact is no different from fiction, and diction is the only jurisdiction.

That’s where I go when I’m quiet…

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