Conveyor belts stretch out and double back on themselves in an abandoned chewing gum factory.
Each block of glass is its own little world living out microscopic dramas in the afternoon sunlight.
Means of escape are provided, should misadventure occur.
A Plymouth and a VW walk into a slough…
-slightly modified quote from Ernst Fischer
“Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity—the boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.”
Some days I just hang out, pondering what kind of mischief I can next get myself into. It is kind of a primate thing.