my dreamland. my homeland. my home. my childhood. my childhood with all the creatures I would see on the floor and on the walls of my bedroom, projected by light coming through the window. peter pan flying over london at night. peter pan didn’t want to grow up. look, a toy train radiating light. look, my bycicle cycling through the city. a grown-up city, skyscrapers and tunnels on the face of the spectators. i could look at this forever. i dream. i run after the creatures, the toy train, the bicycle, the skyscrapers and tunnels. i catch up with them, they overtake. i am calvin walking across a miniature landscape, i have a giant’s power to destroy this city. i don’t destroy it. i don’t look at the man running this magic-machinery. i dream on and on and on.