I like to spend saturdays on my couch, pretending I am in a different world. A world where kensington gardens is still across the street from me. A place where pixies and fairies still walk around at night time. Where the strange is not only accepted, it is never duplicated nor isolated. A place where I don’t feel the need to think about relationships or trivial aspects of how I might come across to someone, and why they act the way they do. My saturdays are reserved for the one day a week I can be myself and not feel like I am entertainment or a showpiece for others to watch. It’s what gets me through the week.