
Some might wonder in the magical land of Second Life why I choose to “be normal”. I suppose it’s a valid question. Perhaps it’s because this is, as Prok so rightly called it (although regarding someone else) – a room of one’s own.
In life my typist isn’t afforded the luxury of just simply having everything just so, as she’d like and thus in this space, she gives me whatever she fancies, even if just for a while. Thus, unicorns. Tomorrow – who knows? Continue reading








