time travel the avant garde sex and ancient rome i was walking down a road towards a lighthouse in japan when i passed a man wearing the mask of a black horse and followed him astonished to an old abandoned fort a group of alien immigrants had pitched their camp up there playing wild guitars and making images with fire hiding their identities with fur and wood and glue each wore a mask of bebko and now i wear one too the man wearing the horse mask really frightened me i sensed that he was luring me to a place i shouldn t be and then down by a rockpool as i walked back to the shore i glimpsed my own reflection and the horse s head i wore i understand the whole thing now but it s too late for me never play with aliens or with your identity i tell you this to save you if you know what s good for you shun the masks of bebko or you will wear one too