| Musa works in a dapple grey room with the most cruelly beautiful view of the world outside. Someday he hopes to find some magic mushrooms that will make him really small so he can sneak out of a hole in the wall. He keeps a journal but writes down only what he remembers from his dreams. From time to time he tears out a few pages, calls them plays, and lets other people read them. He keeps his sanity, as you can see, tightly clasped between his forefinger and his thumb. |
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