Thudding as dark metals rush down a mountain, learning what they never knew before, the alchemy of liquidation, what it does to a heart. They melt and the sky falls and the air...The air. The air fills us up, seems to create new dimensions out of space, pulling apart our pores, sucking space into itself like a black hole, slowing down time, telling you your future, walking through bodies like whispers. Ladders fall and legs collide, criss crossing over one another, making a cat's cradle of lovers. This is our freedom, they cry, this is our world-love, the mother all around us, don't you feel her breaths?

I feel the curling of the woods, branching reaching out like fingers, beckoning me to return. I feel the unreality of this place, the drug overcoming everyone, the assimilation of its personality on ourselves, turning us into circus clowns and mischievous mistresses. Everything hums here. Everything pushes and makes itself known. I do not like it here. It is too much.