neverwhere

Richard gestured vaguely, taking in everything. "Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?"

"I think that sums it up, yes," said Gary.

Richard signhed. "Well," he said, "for a start, I didn't go to Majorca. I mean, I really didn't g to Majorca."


i'd like to imagine that gaiman's neverwhere really do exist.
i'd like to take a walk in a world where being normal is not normal, where the extraordinary is just ordinary.