We live inside
worlds we built.
Stay long enough,
and they start to feel
like reality itself.










What exists is not all that could exist.











The most incredible things happen outside.
But first, something has to move inside.
What we imagine stays an image until we step into it.
Then it becomes
A feeling. An action. An encounter. A connection. A creation.
A smile. A doubt. A laugh. A tear. A silence.
Something that can change you.
Maybe that’s the only kind of “real”
that exists in this world.