I was there in a desert, looking out over every dream, every vast world, deciding which one to play out. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to play the game. I knew how they all went. I didn’t want to play the game anymore. It’s as if they were created by others. Then I looked at my little toolshed, ready to build an empire on my broken heart. I was ready, I knew how. But I said ‘no’. I stamped the ground, and the other empires and worlds jumped. I took a perfect razor sharp disc and flung it into their cores. They fell apart like matchsticks. Then I saw her, amidst the wreckage, among all the other broken hearts freed. I held her. Then, with her, I held a glowing blue ball of annihilation, threw it at our feet. Looking into her eyes, “let’s remake all worlds”.