The Idea


we (homo sapiens) are beginning to disintegrate... reach out your hand and take ours and we will envelop ourselves in this dream. we will incubate. we will learn how to re-integrate. because the moral of the story is that everyone dies someday. and in that vein, when we learn that we're dead already, we have nothing but life to gain -- nothing but death to lose.




we'll bury our fears

and we'll follow this path

though there's no light

if you reach out your hand

and take mine...