# one particular day the skies looked beautiful the way light fell across rough wooden desks how the lonely wall clock ticked one thought of deep forest walks the slow smell of rotting leaves leather professionally bound books full of pseudo ancient legend all unique and mysterious only too few researchers ever noticed like one would have to pop right out of one's everyday lives and re enter daily reality from an entirely different exact oblique angle in order to see the way light scatters through frosted plastiglass the world outside frozen into faded years of snow ice and cold blue silence distant perfect dream of another winter with friends long gone still but only half forgotten somehow the meandering dream flame is unable to die // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]