i wake up in the morning feeling like am in a tree-house.
the trees around my home cast this illusionary bliss.
wats more (un)real is the birds chirping.
no cacophony. no buildings n furniture being made.
and in the night, its starry starry nights.
the clearest skies i have gazed are from the roof top here.
the elevation positions u as being closest to the sky (and not the skyscrapers).
the most real experiences one savors are rather illusionary. blame it on illusionary perceptions...
Len Deighton - The Bernard Samson series
1 year ago