London writer inviting psychic exploration into the human condition.

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Maybe it would be best to draw clear lines between worlds.
They need never meet, their roots may never entwine, their breaths may never mingle.
We can create realities that don’t exist.
It can be magical, and fantastical and imaginary, but our imaginary.
Reality will never touch us, our own realm will never be marred by any other.
Our own sense of perfection.
— CC [the coffee table book]

You Are So Much.

Between the Lines.