Laughter! I remember laughter. I did laughter a lot, he thought. These colours spinning around them are matching their mirth, changing from moment to moment, flaring out as they run and throw and catch. There are silver joy-waves rippling about them
Reality, my strange and precious one. Reality is fabric. Fabric is reality. And your reality here is far easier to live with than where I was on the other side. So that’s why I don’t want to go back, and why you wouldn’t like it.
