Daydreaming of the Night Sky

The line that separates memory and make-believe has always felt fluid. A mirage with edges that wobble as the familiar becomes something different. A deviation from the records, perhaps, or a variation of reality that includes different colours and shapes than someone else from the scene of the crime may recall. The distance a memory strays from reality varies from person to person, but the line is always moving, playing cat and mouse with its host. A place in the darkness where the sky feels close enough to touch and things feel familiar and foreign all at once. Anything can happen in the night sky of this faraway land. May logic and reason never be the jailbars on your imagination. Forget the things you thought you couldn’t and let that forgotten account run wild in the sky.