Sounds like it’s having an hallucinogenic effect.
It’s coming at a terrible rate for us…
It’s already here…
Everybody on the ground now!
Like others before me I have the gift of sight
But the truth changes colour depending on the light,
And tomorrow can be clearer than yesterday.
Memory is a selection of images, some lucid others imprinted indelibly on the brain,
each image is like a thread,
Each thread woven together to make a tapestry of intricate texture,
and the tapestry tells a story and the story is our past.
