We move in little isolated globes of our own making, and they are as real as anything we might touch or taste. Sometimes you wake for a moment and you realize it’s not how you thought it was, but then the call of the imagined is usually stronger and you drift back. It is how you make sense of things.
– Rachel Donohue
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