The neighbors tiptoed through the foggy bottom mind field while​ guided only by the sparks from their micro aggression that lit up the pink sky. Both were tired, and both wanted to enter the silence, but instead they settled on a kind of glare that bumped up against a lonesomeness together or a dense otherness apart. Either way, the fog began to clear and much to their delight, a perfect psychedelic Dionysus landscape was revealed.