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There are a lot of stains on the carpet here. There are a lot of people that work here. There are a lot of people who make a lot of stains here. There is a stain on the floor by the cupboard that looks like Patagonia. A lot of skill went into spilling a drink to create that fantasy. If you look closely at it there's a little kingdom developing and everything. I think the king is about to abdicate, either that or he is going to be deposed.

I would stay and watch, but there are other worlds to catch my eye. Away, away, away.

There is a little whirl as a small dust devil of leaves goes past. I'm sure they have another name her in the old country, but I look at it and I think devil. I wonder what it'd be like to be living in a world of platforms of leaves, where countries are up and down, as well as left and right. What new geo-political situations could we engineer? Would it be peaceful? Would the people below despise the people above, like in our cities, on with entire countries?
That world is becoming entirely too serious for my taste.

Away, away, away.

My mind wanders; my eyelids are beginning to get heavy. I'm tired. The imagination grinds to a halt, weary of the days work.

Outside a raven croaks. I don't think it looks too good for that king I saw earlier.