My head is always in the clouds, I always found it hard to stay attached to this world. Peering deep into an astrolabe with an abacus, executing scientific mathematical calculations. Neolithic carnivorous apparitions direct my hand like if placed upon a Ouija board. What I saw was antiseptic, breaking my perception from the pressure, collapsing my view from my frame as my mind backflips into the darkness of my pupil. A leap of faith commenced as the stars lit in my starry eyes formulates an interspersed continuity of zombie planets intricately orbiting an unknown force. What was thought to be a sun was none other than a strobing light pulsating in the reminiscence of a dead star that went supernova, soaking all planets in its pulsar. Originating betwixt recalcitrant feelings of love and anger, yet so different but work surprisingly...