Wonderful World

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The sky of Camber Sands looks like those brains that live in a tank surrounded by machines. In a mad scientist's laboratory. Those brains that crackle and spark and bubble, their irregular surfaces covered with small electrical charges. Lorenzo Giraut doesn't like windows. He doesn't like being near windows. In the middle of the living room of his suite at the Hotel in the Sands at Camber Sands, Lorenzo Giraut has built some sort of small shelter using various pieces of furniture and the mattress from his bed. He is sitting on the floor of the shelter, looking at the sky on the other side of the window with a little mirror taken from the suite's bathroom.

The year is 1978. The place is Camber Sands. Not the same Camber Sands that will appear almost thirty years later in the Filial Dream about Camber Sands. In the here and now, in 1978, the Old Map Store no longer exists or doesn't yet exist or perhaps has never existed. It's the same with the Fishing Trophy Room. Dreams are like that. Filled with places that are somewhere else or at some other time or that simply aren't.

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