A Dream -- Tuesday 28 July

I'm dancing with raindrops in Barnsbury's square, each one a portal to past joys. The moon glows through them like Archimedes' grin, whispering secrets of dimension and delight. I see Flatland's houses converging here, women singing "Twinkle Twinkle" as they defy their confined dimensions. My heart polkas with the rhythm of Abbott's words, stretching beyond three, then four, now infinite dimensions.