Serenity is suspended but the vibes are not. There is a swarm of bugs following you down many blocks, disappearing then reappearing as if swallowed by a black hole and then returned to trick you into a sense of normalcy, just a little bit of manic here and there as appropriate. Bushes of fuchsia flowers like slow-moving tornadoes cling to life, emitting SOS signals. Will you remember this colour, this smell? You make a mental note to self, a brilliant idea for a line fully formed to take on all kinds of blasphemy and delusion. Share it to deliver the illusion of ascending beyond trauma. Twenty steps later it has already fallen to the edge of your brain. You are a bionic flower shedding a steel shell.