“And crawling on the planet's face,
some insects called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space. And meaning.”

Estacion Wadley, SLP, Mexico :) - a town in the desert that I’ve been visiting off and on for 30 years - hasn’t changed much - I like that :)

Estacion Wadley, SLP, Mexico :) - a town in the desert that I’ve been visiting off and on for 30 years - hasn’t changed much - I like that :)

There's a small pause today. It's as if a diamond is spinning atop the timeline. The direction it topples is where the line will continue. We all wait for the random decision of the diamond fall… holding our breaths, but nearly too tired to even care.

There's both an elation to what may come in the year of the rabbit. I remember a dream some years ago where it was the year of the rabbit and things were going quite well. That felt clairvoyant then, and even stronger now. Yet, there's also a heavy dread of some turbulence still brewing on the horizon that must be navigated first.

At first I enthusiastically accepted that I’d been uniquely chosen by the interstellar travelers and succumbed to the psychoplasmic omega scan.

It wasn’t until they were a good halfway through the procedure that I realized I’d been had.

Instead of part in the great honor, I was now being fused into their network and becoming them.

"Of all men else I have avoided thee: / But get thee back; my soul is too much charged / With blood of thine." (Macbeth Act V, VII)

It began to feel as if I could more easily break away from the version of communal reality most others had mutually agreed upon. It was more of an effort before and short-lived. Now, it's becoming much easier. This may have been reason for concern years ago. Now, it's seems that it's always been this easy to slip away into a different nation world where I can imagine my own reality. Sort of an Imagine-Nation, all my own.

The dawn briefly interrupted my quiet introspection. I noticed the soft but rich colors out of the corner of my eye and stopped. Momentarily distracted, I tried to figure out where I had been in thought again. It had escaped me. My only thought was the realization I was missing something important. I was about to miss the sunrise and decided to give it my attention. The colors began to intensify briefly until completely washed out by the white light beginning of a new day.

Woke up in the middle of the night and wandered down to the waters edge. It must've been in the blurry wee hours. I was struck by how much illumination there was. I could see all the way over to the other side of the river, even through the hanging mist. The moon was obscured by clouds, but it was so strong that its glow permeated into all the shadows.

Its intense sparkling rays pierced the top layer of decomposing leaves. The damp edges of the cracks in the sod were instantly drying out and smoldering. I've never seen anything like this before. Surely the source is not terrestrial.

I can feel the heat of the ground beneath my feet through my shoes and the scent of my soles beginning to melt.

Electric liquid ran a path down the inside of his calf. It felt like a mechanical spider made of mercury, scuttling along the topside of the follicle canopy without leaving a trace.

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