Your gaze turns instinctively toward the ginkyo plaza.

Your gaze turns instinctively toward the ginkyo plaza.

On the ground, a pool of golden tears.

All across the world, subjects of the Illuminated Empire are looking at trees like this, and thinking of home.

To redeem the failures of your past.

Your blood beats a kick-drum rhythm behind your ear.

Ask the paleolithic part of your mind: Would the ancient huntress stalk the megalosloth with this band?

In the auditorium of a decrepit movie theatre, a young woman staves off sleep with a continual drip of artificial dreams...

In an unmoored houseboat, windows lit with strobing lights, a bearded man prepares once more to sacrifice his body for the sake of prophecy...

In the bottom of an old rocket silo, a man in an eccentric bathrobe waits in his messy room for someone to save him from his own thoughts...

In the spare room on the ground floor of a twenty-four hour photo shop, a fleshy vessel that used to contain a man waits for someone to breathe new life into it...

In a small recording studio deep in the Housing Campaign, a man slips his arms into an old military-style coat. He pops a tablet of pure L-theanine. On the desk nearby, a brown paper bag, reinforced with ultra-thin foil, waits for the head that will unleash its power.

COLD OR HOT THE WORLD CAN'T STOP FOR US.

Wrong, that shit should be forefront.

You have today. Make of it what you will. Tomorrow, it ends.

The days are gone, only hours remain.

High pressure coming in from the Noscorrentes means cooler and wetter times ahead. Questions remain as to when this change will come, best to prepare for all scenarios.