Whilst waiting for the bus today I saw a bumper sticker on the back of somebodies jeep that read:
"I live in my own little world, but it's OK. Everybody knows me here".
It made me ponder. I read a very scathing magazine article when I was about 13 or so about people who live too much in their own heads, and it made me wary of sliding into that way of being myself.
But it's kind of a nice way to live really, isn't it? Everybody does know you there.
There are familiar cities and forests and palaces to explore. Old friends from before you really knew who you were yourself still live there and can be called on at anytime without the tiresome need to apologise for lack of correspondence.
The weather is usually good and the food at the perfectly appointed and reasonably priced cafes almost seems like it was made exactly with you in mind.
It may not be a healthy place to live, but it does one good to visit from time to time.
Context is QWP, f-locked, and happy to stand you a pint the next time you drop in.