The Other Side of Never

Yesterday was my day off and I got to spend most of it just relaxing with small amounts of privacy here and there and therefore I was able to enjoy minimal amounts of a favorite indoor pastime: staring vacantly at a blank sheet of paper and waiting for inspiration to come. It did and what I wound up with I placed below, enjoy.

In the middle of Never there's a little couch made entirely out memory foam. I know this because I poked it once and the little round dimple that my finger made stayed there for what seemed like forever. There's also very awkward gold lamp that I can only assume was left there for the very reason that anything is ever left behind anywhere: something was more distracting. I could also fairly say that it was probably left behind on purpose because Never is a very deliberate place. The third object that stands out to me is, well, I'm not precisely sure what it is. It vaguely resembles a very dirty spoon only that it is significantly larger and quite pointy and sharp on one end as if someone intentionally honed it for use as a weapon of some kind (I mentioned this being a very deliberate place); it stands between my height and that of the unfortunate lamp.
I find after visiting this place that the terse chastisement to "never say never" (favored mainly by parental figures) is largely an exaggerated fear of the unknown passed from generation to generation; it's silly really for never is, for the most part, dually enchanting.
However, communication can be an obstacle with the native Neverinians as they never say what they mean but never lie. They never speak to strangers yet they never discriminate. The laws also are particularly confusing but -as a word to the wise - never follow them as the Neverinian police officers never make arrests. So you can see how city life could be a bit of a challenge (though never crowded, leaving that delicious couch never occupied), country life is much more enjoyable.
The most delightful vacations I've spent in Never have been on the other side (near the border with Always). The sky is a swirled palette of innocuous shades of grey so unoffensive to the eye that one could find themselves drifting listlessly in a dreamlike state almost instantaneously. The air smells of fresh snow but feels like warm restless breath on the skin. There's nothing to do and not much of anyone to do it with but no one seems to mind at all, in fact, no one seems to mind much about anything at all, I thinks it's the sky. The water is another thing entirely, to say it is still would be a understatement worthy of reproach, it is as if a tingling curse hovers over the expanse and repeats a silent tranquil chant, compelling every molecule to stand in place for eternity. One would think such a place would be terrifying and unpleasant, but the atmosphere, however calm and eerie, is far from unpleasant. The water's surface reflects not only the grey skies far above it but also whimsical images that can only lie in the world between the two, unseen except in this glassy pantheon. This is where I usually pass the hours, upon the very shores of peace itself.