When I was a kid, I used to create whole worlds on a few scraps of paper. Entire continents, mapped with rivers and highways, and countries shaped by their own wars and their local religions. And then, kings and queens, rockstars and soccer teams, and even the annual national bike race.
Sometimes I would just crumple the whole thing after half an hour and throw it away. Or I’d just forget it at the bottom of some drawer, where it might still be.
Maybe the world we live in is nothing but one of those millions of planets that children indulge themselves with in just an afternoon’s time.