A Convention or Convergence of Fantasy and Reality

Crowds, body heat, vivid colours.

Vivid sounds.

It’s not Narnia, but it’s the closest to portaling to

another world.

All clustered into one city.

 

There’s no escape.

Why do I want to

escape? I belong here.

 

It’s just physical, not virtual.

I see my friend.

I walk up, my veins burning.

 

“Hi, can I take a picture?” I ask Wolverine.

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