We are the dreams.

We are the wandering thoughts.

We are the stories we tell ourselves, stories among us, inside us and beyond us.

In the end, is there anything more significant than the mere existence of them all?

Zing Zaggo is a feeling, a world where absurd visions form from feeling.

We visit places in our minds.

We build them for refuge and escape, for the thrill of the unknown.

There are remnants left behind and little talismans from the imagination.

They are here to remind us that the unreal can and does exist.