....I'm dangley.

The puppets don't have faces.


...Weird.

Serenity. Serenity?

Trading places, trading space..Space. My space is not filled up with me, but this space is. This is not Serenity. Nothing serene but the sky; Blue. But if light is an electromagnetic wave and If you stand in one spot as a light wave passes by, there will be an oscillating electric field and an oscillating magnetic field, which are perpendicular to each other then...

It's all subjective. Cones and rods, and fishing poles. Red fish, blue fish

And...

There are ghosts in the ceiling. They think that we think that we don't see them.
But I do, with eyes that hear only truth and speak only silence. Peekaboo, I see you!
It's not nice to play hide and seek when no one knows the rules. And Simon always loses, he really is the worst. A total fèi rén.

If I go outside, will the ghosts follow? By all accounts they should remain in a non-corpeal state, white as milk.
Legs in the floor, stuck stuck and stuck. It defies logic. Give them milk and cookies, for an upset stomach. They should've stayed in the ground.


Simon, wǒ mílù le