In a dream I had last night, my best friend accompanied me for the first time into a rustic Tuscan style town I frequently visit alone. By unspoken rule, visitors are not allowed to view the river that runs through the town, but she, which is also typical of her waking life nature, wouldn't give up. We walked all over the city and could even speak the language - a curious mixture of French, Spanish, Romanian and Farsi.
We never did find a way to see the river though, the way was blocked by a tremendous wall.
Well there's one thing to know about this town
It's five hundred miles underground
Well there's one thing to know about this globe
It's bound and it's willing to explode.