The Elysian Fields Morphogenetic Field Trip: Scorpio, Alert of destruct

Remembering again. What was it that we forgot, asked all the one-legged people. A short glimmer of hope in the residues of their worn out minds. Are we not to blame for our separateness afterall? Some middle aged women sitting on a fence laughing at the notion of being dream characters in someone else’s dream. Time ceasing to exist, femininity to embody every thick glob of tangible corner of existence.