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.
Old man: an exchange
Old man sleeps on road covered in flies, a builder's hoarding looms above. - Me
Old man oblivious, flies ravenous dutiful, builders hoarding. - Max
Old man at sea below and above prevail's builder's realm. - Narendra