When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
Dust motes - an exchange
Brownian motion on a sunlit afternoon, as dust motes perform. - Alaka
Random motion or orchestrated dance steps - who knows the difference? - me
Stricture of rhythm defines dance, makes sense out of utter nonsense. - Max