LARK?: Thou should know this. LARK?: The world is stopped, yes, but that plane which thou is familiar with is not where one is. LARK?: This is one’s heart. Ours. LARK?: One and the same. LARK?: Thou feels at home there, no? LARK?: And so thy heart recreates its image to allow one to feel more at ease. LARK?: So one understands that cursed fowl girl is also not presently here.









