This story popped into mind when a friend said yesterday that the world will never be the same again, and of course this is true, as change is the only thing we can count on. But this story, which is very short, was written in 2012 when the spiritual community were full of talk about the end of the Mayan Calendar and the recepton of light to come on 12/12/12. I played with this idea for Halloween but listening to it now I realize it's more about what is and what isn't real to you, that what you observe is a reflection. And though it was read on a night meant for "spooky" stories and the audience were all dressed in their pajamas, there is even more playfulness here in what we think, believe and imagine to be reality.
Thank you for listening!