Chapter Thirty-One ~ Better
Whether this archive exists outside the framing of an image by Escher, or whether it is constant only in the inconstancy of dreams, this is the archive that contains all others.
(‘Archive of the Impossible’, Jason Hirons, in Tremblestone #Four)
As soon as I was well enough to get up I started looking for moments when I could escape to the Disappeared World. It was harder now, because the Great Remains were on guard almost every day. Even Nanna and Gramps, who never came to call, had taken to “popping in, just for a moment, love”. And it was true about Ben, he hadn’t been thrown out at all. While I’d been away he’d started reading. He could already do words and things, and when I was having my bath each night I had heard him grinding them out with Dad, and Dad
