I once dreamed of a tomato carrying a transparent suitcase filled with the shadows of the moon. It said it was going to find the clock under the sea, because time there flows backward, all the way to the place before people are born. On the way, we passed an upside-down forest where colorful ears grew on the roots, able to hear the laughter of fireflies from far away. I promised it that if we found that clock, we would fold time into paper planes and put them into the pocket of a cloud. See more