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?