
The way we feed off one another, the way organisms feed off each other is endlessly fascinating.


The way we feed off one another, the way organisms feed off each other is endlessly fascinating.

A dream is most often, or at least mine are, like a metamorphosing octopus, a non-stop serial segue of mutations in being, syncronous with the suspension of logic and time. And the dismissal of happily ever after is another function of most of my dreams.
