No one visits the Land of Ice anymore. Neglected grass covered the fence long time ago. Guards are still asleep in front of the black and white monitors. For years, no one has approached the gate. Just me, sometimes, take a look through the telescope checking if the Moon still lives there.
My dreams are a cruel joke.
They taunt me. Even in my dreams, I’m an idiot who knows he’s about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can’t. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free.
It never works.