He took me to the end of the south field where, back in the far corner isolated from the primary growing areas was the test zone. As we approached my eyes attempted to focus on the life ahead yet seemed to suddenly lack the ability to grasp that before me. Allowing my gaze to flow

They stood in the center. Dead center. Of the field that is. Barren and dusty downright filthy. Yet there they stood, barely moving, just leaning gradually towards one another and chattering in strange voices high pitched and garbled as if in a language from another state of being. The heat warped the air beyond leaving

Shortly after Christmas the rabbit escaped into the woods behind the house. Months later we awoke one evening to a horrendous cacophony of crashing branches. Then the thunderous roar of trees uprooted whole and spewed through the air to crash all about. The entire house shook and shuddered. Drywall and stud groaned as the forest

Upon opening the immense intricately carved wooden doors we entered a room in which the opposite wall was so afar it dissolved in bright light. To my right the entire length of the perpendicular structure was encompassed by row after row of peaked glass windows adorned with patterns so divine the eye could barely grasp.

For the Holidays I was gifted a magnificent state of the art VR headset of the kind usually reserved only for top researchers and developers deep in the military industrial complex. Given access to such a treasure I assumed would be akin to receiving access to a magical gateway to swim through space and time