Suzume:

Before me stretches an empty canvas, nothing more then a thin layer of water beneath my feet and pure white nothingness in the skies. Really I could be standing upside down and it wouldn’t make a differences. There is nothing here but thought. This thought leads to a visual representation of what I am seeing. I wave what could be my hand before me and a chair forms, it’s nothing fancy, nor is it meant to be. A chair is always going to be a chair.

I open what I perceive to be my mouth and out comes a language that I know, but I do not understand. It’s...