so many thankyous
A world without fantasy can you imagine without dreams .how drab how practical a place! A place of work and a place of box’s , with us all trapped in the square inside the lines we are told to obey. Never to question or explore other ideas or dominions. No truth other than the emotionless grave, no lies , no love except the formal , all would be solved in the studious fires of of silent cold endeavor. No talking mice like micky or mini ,nothing but instinct and no insight/ only seasonal emotions no obsession no romance no wonder/ No imagination No fantasy then we are dead.