explore strange new worlds

I sometimes take the long road home, leading me through villages at 2am and around houses first thing in the morning.
It’s a strange new world 500 metres from my house.
My mind boogles at what world my next door neighbours live in. Where do they go?

Kind of like good old Stephen Kings Dark Tower.
Different worlds, you see, but strange.

And a bit like Star Trek esp. the one with Joan Collins when they where gansta’s in the 1930’s proibition Bugsy Malone USA ya all.

I filled my pink sink up with water and stuck my head into it. It was a bit of a let down but I still explored a strange new world.
It was also incredibly painful…

For one is silver the other mould.