The world of reality has limits. Deadlines. Gravity. Bills. Consequences.

The world of imagination doesn’t.

When I write, I’m not escaping reality. I’m expanding it.

On the page, walls move. Time bends. People say the things they were too afraid to say in real life.

Writing is the only place where the border control falls asleep.

And for a few pages, I get to live without fences. ✍️