Did you ever wish you could stop the huge wheel, jam a rusty pipe in the spokes, and nestle into a corner of your craft with a good book?
Did you ever wish you could force the enormous switch, stop the machine, light a candle, and hoist yourself up onto one of its sweating ducts with a notebook and a pen?
Did you ever wish you could turn the world off, leaving the spotlight of the sun to only light a corner of a birch forest, peppered with daisies and a wise, aged oak tree spreading its leaves? A welcome refuge. A quiet moment that only you will remember.
Secrets are best shared, except for this one.