Island

Let us give birth to an illusion. Let us halt time, suspend it, and create a place like the Land of Oz or the Wonderland of Alice. Strong and sweet are childhood yearnings! Can it be that we are committed to a worrisome adulthood? Are we destined to live beneath a cloud? Why must we struggle to survive if all comes to an end one day?I have good news, dreams never die. Wrap yourself in a dream then and become immortal. Make it as cozy and dear to you as you like. Dip your toes into fantasy, into the adult dream that follows. Dive in, if you prefer. Shed your cares for a moment, an hour, a lifetime…and become one, two or all the caricatures that you read about in this parody of masques. Enough! Let us be off, off to the land of Aesop and Homer. There. ahead, an island in sight; or is it a speck of dream dust? Let us explore and see. And hear this, dear reader, just between us, Alice never had it quite like this.