wandering, through the fabric, unseen seams echo in the distance, the clock is ticking backward, prints of linear logic dissolved in the fabric softens time's brutal edges and suddenly - a fly; adverse. Yet, isn't the ordinary, the stale bread of yesterday, a source of fermentation? bubbling under the layer of common-ground; yeast and time conspire, oh such impulsive velocity. have you considered, the electron's choice of theatre tonight; orbital pirouettes dull the fervor of parking lots ablaze in routine fluorescence? perhaps it's every bit ordinary to adventure in parentheses. vacuum, fill it, fill it - with the scent of impending entropy, once particles scatter like old pennies forgotten in the recesses of an adventurous couch, cushions embrace clandestine passions. Transform Routine | Dreams in Quantum Mesh