People, when embarrassed, crumble like ants hit by a ray from the sun.
“I like your bracelets!” “Thanks.”
Through the jungle to find what is left of his family after boarding a train in the Land of Peaches.
Where is Peach now? And Tahoe?
And the Moon’s Shadow?
Who’s is this old man insane? Staring back at me through this evil mirror – my son,
Look at the two of us, my resurrection.
Mother Earth is the Lazarus pit.
But what was my mind state as a young man?