"It doesn't do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." That quote keeps coming back to me lately. I fear I've not been heeding it's advice. My dreams are my solace in a world gone mad. Or perhaps it's only me that's mad. But, if the latter is true, I think I am justified in my madness. There are indeed many broken things in this world. And even if I dwell for a thousand years, I'll barely have scraped the surface...