When I write fantasy, I write this world in a different tongue. The stings and itches of our world are curable in the worlds I conjure. Sometimes they sting more, sometimes they sting often, but always there is hope of a cure.
Deforestation, social hate, injustice, and the darkness when we look to the future, these are real life and though they may not be the same in the imagined worlds the itch and pains remain.
My fantasy provides not a getaway from reality, but a safe place with a looking glass to look down at the world and it’s follies
And for one brief moment, not be a part of it.