There is a place that I go, where a lot of people go, to hide. To hide from everything evil, violent, or just anything bad that anyone would want to get away from. It’s an escape from reality and a place where dreams come true. You can make it whatever you want it to be. Everything is up to you. No one else knows or even cares about it. It would be your own little place, and it’s different with everyone. You may want to explore someone else’s, but it doesn’t even exist to you. While you are there, it wouldn’t make any difference to you if all life ceased, including yourself. You could go places you’ve never been before, or you could talk with someone who you think is special for as long as you would want, without worrying about what they are thinking about you. Nothing in the world would matter. It wouldn’t make any difference how you looked, or how you acted or talked. Everyone would love you, and you could do anything you ever wanted to do.
You could even be something else. Whatever you wanted. You could be the thoughts in someone else’s head, or a speck of dust in the rings of Saturn. You could relive a certain moment in your childhood that you always wished you could do over again. Or you could be someone else from the past. Someone historical that everyone has heard about, or that you read in a book somewhere. You could even go into the future. You could see yourself in 50 years if you wanted. To see where you will live, or if you are going to be alone forever. Anything you ever wanted to do, be, or have could happen. That’s the great thing about this place. There are no limits. Anything goes, and it’s all up to you.
What is this wonderful place you might ask.
Well… as some people say… the mind… is a terrible thing to waste.
Mike Harrison
May 1996
