Throwing seeds from horse chestnuts trees with Diane and the other Rushcombs, they're buzzing about all the time. One of them just said "You're either a part of a scene, making a scene or not wanting to be seen" and I agreed. A Mexican shot him dead in cold blood; it was a hot day, clear blue sky driving along that dusty road through the desert. The road block quickly became apparent but it was too late, trapped as cars rose onto the highway blocking any exit attempt. Only a few moments ago they were at total ease, the beautiful Diane driving with her long blonde hair blowing wildly in the wind and now this. He was dragged from the oversized convertible to the side of the road, thrown down into the hot sand attempting pointlessly to avoid the fierce plants while in mid-fall. A single click and it was all over, no more words and wild paragraphs, a stack of blank pages fell into flowing water in total silence and were carried away in an instance.

Better an ambulance than an Oscar said a voice from afar, but where did it come from? The very centre of the mind, the mechanisms and linkages steering our thoughts are worn and responses are not as expected. The faster we go the more erratic the thoughts become, and here I am upside-down in a field proliferated with daffodils. We become what we were not; we travel away from our expectations or go well beyond them. Expectation is simply a place we never remain at; time disrupts even the most well laid plans.

If you were trapped in a bubble with a vast atmosphere, rampant chaos performing so orderly and were so discontent with what you saw, you too would learn to travel beyond it's boundaries to sustain sanity. It's the only way said the plant while remaining inanimate. Slotted into topics of perplexing arrangements and infinite segments, layer upon layer, slices of life disconnected from one-another. We're all here, then we're not, we're somewhere else and no telegram or postcard will get through. All that remains are paper trails and hyped up tails of a being in time that's gone again to some-time new.