This is real
This is real. That's a real green rolling hill behind me and those are real clouds. Everything is real. Even margarine. Tree hugging dirt worshipping vagabonds are real and so are pieces of imitation crab. Everything we touch is real. Each moment is sand traveling down a perfect never ending hour glass that has an infinite supply. Turtles are real even when they're plastic. If you're traveling on a train through Morocco right at this very moment then please tell me what the couscous tastes like at the next stop. It's so fun when the world collides and everything is perfect. I appreciate you.