Stone eagles glide through the black smog ether over pyramid headed egos down yellow brick, green brick, purple lit white washed streets leading to microchip way points for short circuited short sighted self ignorising souls

The eagles skim wings on hollow sounding thins of false ferried hope
Arks carrying liquid patterns of history; Dead DNA legacies of senses long murdered

You know I had this dream once. There's this graphic novel series called The Sandman. It's about this guy called Morpheus, an Eternal – they're kind of like gods, but what they really are, are the personifications of abstract ideas about things we experience. You have Death, Destruction, Dream, Destiny, Despair, Desire and Delirium.

There's a real difference between 'things' and 'stuff'. 'Things' can look different and feel different and act different and ever change to seem different from each other. But when we use the same 'stuff' to make them, then really 'things' are always the same.