the mysterious place, some point you know is somewhere, out, in. one day you will get there, looking for atlantis, underneath the oceans, spinning like a satellite in space, alone. 
future memories in a floating world, like a luxury blimp filled with helium five on it's way to the dream archipelago with strange travelling companions, some dressed in fine satins and velvets, others in animal skins, you talk some small talk with an elegant radiant giraffe dressed up like louis the fourteenth, it's absurd, some one must have slipped a mickey in the drink, absinth make the art glow yonder, you smile to yourself, sip down the rest and wander over to the garden, gazing out from that window at the cloud bed, gazing out at the light bounce, that curious architecture, some kind of melancholia is lurking but before it grabs hold a woman slides across the room out of the hordes and looks out from the window, you glance at her, she's a tight package of cuteness, dressed in simple jeans and an anarchy tee shirt, wearing a baseball hat, she says, 'we are on top of the world.'
'how do you know, maybe we are not at the bottom of the world.'
she smiles, 'you a comedian?'
'nope, i'm a writer of funny stories.'
'jokes?'
'maybe.'
'you are peculiar, where are you from?'
i sighed,'atlantis.' there was no escaping this conversation was already depressingly inevitable so i added, 'where are you from? you look like you live in a big city?'
'i live on a boat, it's down there somewhere.'
'up there?'
'down, up, i don't know, it's somewhere. i was invited here by the clown, have you seen him?'
'yes he's the one with the red shoes, and make up, i'm not really into clowns.'
'he's a very tragic character, always sobbing and wailing, cry's himself to sleep every night.'
'yeah well that's the archetype clown isn't it?'
'i guess so, sad.'
'well we don't have to be, we can be happy.'
'really, can you just be happy?'
'i don't know, i guess so, i think if you can be sad you can be happy, it's just a flexibility on what you focus your thoughts on.'
'there's so much sadness in this world.'
'there's joy to.'
'yes but how can you be happy when some one else is sad.'
'that's their business.'
'that's not very empathetic for a writer?'
'i have many faults. what colour is your boat?'
'white.'
'just white, what's it's name?'
'guess?'
'mmm well is it called... zephyr?'
'ha! no but that's insanely close.'
'it's sea breeze.'
'how did you know that?'
'odds are it's either a womans name or something to do with the wind.'
'wow, i'm impressed.'
'just a lucky guess really.'
'well i better find the clown now.'
i knew i should have worn the red nose.