Walking in a daze, a blotter of tectonic plates shift underneath my feet.
In an instant, a piercing hum resonates and a wall of sound snaps creating a vacuum, the sun shifts, sine waves on a still lake—light and shadow—vibrating grains of sand glint off a green prismatic horizon—an acid valley full of desert faults.
Colored heads float on a sandy shore with green neon, cath·ode imagery.
An atlas sky, a lab assistant, a collection of animals made from blue construction paper, as scissors cut tiny hands with crooked angles, where they shake and dance.
Thee master of ceremonies (without make-up) speaking in tongues, anecdotal desert stories, stereo modulation, Doppler shift and regret.
Hubble masses gather under a dotted sky of signing constellations.