tomorrow is Hobbit Day.

Still thinking about 'Surrealism, the point of connection between two different circles of reality.' And the middle of the realities don't touch, just the edges. I feel like that's important. This also changes the idea of 'what is surrealism'. It doesn't have to be anything other than different realities touching at the edge. I want to use this in art.

STORY TIME:

There once was a King who had a beautiful Queen. She was faithful and of noble birth. He loved her for years, but she became ill and the sickness ate her up until she died. The King mourned and left the castle, as was the fashion of the time, to search for a new queen.

The Queen he brought back was just as noble the first, and almost as beautiful. All the courtiers agreed that she was a fine catch for the King, and that now balance was restored to the throne. But the new Queen found life dull, and soon found love with a younger man. They stole away in the night, leaving a letter for the King.

The King mourned and left the castle, as was the fashion of the time, to search for a new queen.

The Queen he brought back was a fair and faithful girl from a poor town. All the courtiers agreed that she was a fine catch for the King, and that now balance was restored to the throne. Soon her belly began to grow, and one morning the King was told that his boy-child, his prince was born. But alas, the mother did not survive the birth.

The old King mourned and left the castle, as was the fashion of the time, to search for a new queen.

The Queen he brought back was from a far away kingdom, an aged duchess, who loved the King the second they met. All the courtiers agreed that she was a fine catch for the King, and that now balance was restored to the throne. She was not a pretty woman. She helped raise the Prince, and the alliance helped economic issues in the King's land. But as good fortune looked upon them, a hard fact came to the King. His Queen was seen in the kitchens over a cauldron, bewitching bad fortunes.

The law would not allow it. She was taken away, and the King refused to listen to the verdict. He mourned for his love, he mourned for the loves that came before. His heart broke clean in quarters, and he did not wake up one morning. So the Prince became King.

The King had a beautiful Queen. She was faithful and of noble birth.