I have absurdly vivid dreams.

All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.

And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. Things keep going on, they overlap and blur, your story is part of your sister's story is part of many other stories, and there is no telling where any of them may lead.

I am haunted by the ghost of my father, I think that should allow me to quote Hamlet as much as I please.

I'm kind of big on performance in general. I like the sort of entertainment where you can go in and be fully immersed in it.

...have a theory that she is in love with the dream of someone and not an actual person.

The boy spends most of his time reading. And writing, of course. He copies out sections of books, writes out words and symbols he does not understand at first but that become intimately familiar beneath his ink-stained fingers, formed again and again in increasingly steady lines.