I was once a dreamer.
Wake up, they said, to the real world.
This real world, this actual world, have you discovered it?
Wherever I looked– the academic, the artist, the banker, the politician, the hipster, the mechanic, the soldier, the revolutionary– all with the same striving suffering, each with their own sense of status and importance. All with opinions, beliefs, and ideologies — wake up to the real world, they said.
This real world, this actual world, this earth spinning freely through space — trapped to that radiant star — this actual world, does it care about your status, belief, or ideology? Or is life in