What year is it in your imagination?
In life there are always these things happening if you can just get the joke.
What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.
The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.
This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.
The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad its there. The real joy is knowing that if you felt the trouble in the story, your kingdom isnt dead.