The practical creeps in with the day to assume its rightful place accorded by its need. Phones cannot remain unanswered, growling stomachs cannot go unfilled, money must be earned to pay for food and shelter. But between the hours, time found to be teleported to other places, other times, becoming in reality–or rather, not–other people guided by their own circumstance not near the dependable as mine. Unbound by need, their freedom teaches me, and soon I find new ways to steal the time to uninhibit my own world and grant them greater flight within their own.
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