Drift

What if we could phase between worlds? The so-called other world that flows as society flows, blending flesh and ether. Close your eyes and get lost in the world, the drifting world that brings tenderness, warm excessiveness, flight on board the clouds, the life that no one knows how. Just a measure of brain activity, or the key to lucidity. Never be aroused by the face broken on the sow. Dirt thrown across the wind falls flat within.