When I write to friends in America or Japan, I feel the need to explain to them that I am on another planet. You know, on the off chance they haven’t already noticed.
But I am NOT going to be one of those insufferable people who insist that their planet is REAL and everyone else’s is just made-up. I don’t know anything about that. Where oh where is the real world, about which we have heard so much? I don’t know the answer. But, if I had to put money on it, I’m guessing that it’s none of those that we see here, neither yours nor mine.