Frustrated with being told to recognize the difference between reality and illusion, the people of Veracious are committed to living a life in which there is no such thing. And far from simply humoring each other, here the color of the sky actually changes like the ideas in one’s mind, a tree sprouts like wiggling a toe, and crows talk, in English, about sore wings and all these lazy people and plans for their crow vacations. Many of the houses and buildings are odd, bulging shapes that can, without notice, turn into streams and hillocks or a small polka-playing band. And no matter if the resident is living in a human heart or in an idealized system of political organization or just a cow, it seems the idea of having a home remains solid no matter how unlikely its manifestation; that is, everyone has a place they call home, although we might call it something else. Each corner of town is unique (and liable to transform into a corner that is uniquely different in some entirely other way), but it is easy for the visitor to get lost. Once this happens, once you believe you are lost, anything you had recognized seconds before will instantly change into the increasingly unfamiliar, reacting to your confusion. If this happens, the best thing to do is focus on the idea that you know exactly where you are and where you are going, to sit down and remember that ideal sandwich you packed for lunch.
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