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.
Vanity - An Exchange
A toothless elephant polishes his tusks - hurrah for vanity! - me
Jet black hair, sagging skin, the wig whispers obscenities demurely. - Max
Having a mane justifies the lion's share - hurrah for vanity! - Alaka