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.
Prism - an exchange
Life's prismatic - under a white shade, red appears alien. - Max
Perspective the side of a prism - white, rainbow or 4 edges reflecting. - Alaka
Life's a trick of light: I wear your lenses and lo! my worldview changes. - me