So often associated with a lifetime. That we forget can be lived in a moment. Or 2 or at least, a few.
Imagination is the other dimension. And you are the creator. But then suddenly, you might fall too far in, fall for illusion. Be lost forever. You never know how it might go.
I have been working on paper more. I am not sure, in terms of my sense of way, it is much different than cloth. The world I build from it.