But toward me come insects whose names I do not know and events whose character I do not understand. Illogicalities trouble me as I walk along the path. I cannot step off it or suddenly follow some completely different road. It is logical, but the world does not act as I do, and that makes me sad. And when I remember it, I close my eyes and imagine I am walking on a cloud.
Fantasies are true.
They lighten your mood. I also have memories. What happens to them when I reach the edge of the forest is sad. For their sake, I dig my heels into the earth and I leave two deep grooves behind me as the wall pushes my body forward. Because of my memory, I have something to lose.