Portal To Pleasure

From my early twenties I've inhabited a rich fantasy world. It's got a name and provides a life much more interesting and colourful than the one I lead. I'm not the sensible, predictable, timid, grey and almost-invisible person I am in real life. There have been people in it who have never aged and still look the same as they did thirty years ago. I know what they look like, their names, jobs and traits. This fantasy life is enacted in certain settings or certain houses and is a polar star I look too when real life is stagnant.

In my mind I pass through a sort of oblong portal and disappear into another realm. I've done a quick simple painting on a bit of board showing a view through the 'letterbox' I float through the access it. I fly across dark water or land to the city in the distance where this secret world throbs with adventure and incident. If only real life could measure up to its delights.