In the quiet, little Travis can dream

Fantasize about rockets to the 4th moon Zeta phi. He can conjure an ambitious adventure in the eastern jungles, teaming with deadly wildlife that protects the sacred artifacts. He can imagine a warrior woman

So tall and dark, combating against vampires

In cities glowing in the moonlight. He can write about a time traveler who has to stop the zombie wars from forming in the late 19th century. He can dream can’t he?

The dings and bats of apps, the noses ant taking of his sister, the callous roaring of his father. The influence of music and screens vanishes.

And he can think about another tale, of aliens trying to warn the people when they say: the silence will not be unheard.”