Microplanets

This is your planet.

You live here alone and sit all day under a giant mushroom talking to a persian cat who wears brass spectacles and reads Proust aloud and smokes a cheroot etc. You have a car with butterfly wings and there are peacocks and seahorses and daffodils that reach up to the sky. This is what it’s like in winter:

You have friends who live on other similar planets…

and occasionally baby planets peel off and go on their way…

Anyway. This is your planet. Look after it. You’ll miss it when it’s gone.