No doubt you've experienced something similar in books, movies, novels–whatever you use as an excuse to get away, to suspend reality. Literary characters, like these projections, draw you in and cultivate feelings of friendship on your part. Although, no matter how much you learn about them, how much time you spend with them–how far you can see into their thoughts and words, how they interact with others, their looks, what they wear–they will never, ever know you.

Travelers aren't found. They're called.

I began to realize that I could go wherever and whenever I dreamed.

Life and light made up the interior, the realm of daytime. The exterior was darkness and night.