Fantasy is a funny thing. It can ruin people’s consciousness, if they don’t know how to tame it. It can be cheap, not worth much, and no one can prevent you from using it anymore. You have the fantasy of crooked when you go around with a pulsating mind and contortionist legs; or better; when you want to be out, you’re always looking for past loves, and you cancelled everyone but yourself. But now I nail you down to your thoughts, that bunch of rags where you threw the old days, you’re always chasing what doesn’t exist. Dream away. Without fear.