My friend Charlie sells a painting to the Gregorian Museum out on Galactic Park. They hang his painting in one of the upstairs rooms for a week, and then trouble starts. Charlie gets a phone call in the middle of the night from the director. Charlie can’t believe his ears. He rushes over to the museum. Upstairs, the director is in his pajamas pacing back and forth. Charlie goes up to his painting, looks at it for a few minutes and sees it. People have walked into the painting and taken up residence there. Holy crap. They’re in there. Law … Continue reading Wormhole in the Museum Called Reality