we opened fire with a 45 on everything then turned the gun and painted the white walls behind us a stunning cardinal soon discernible to our eyes as a grotesque almost ruddy brown again and again this scenario played out in my dreams i can t speak for everyone but this is an uncontrollable vivid representation of a potential dark future of the self or perhaps even for all a dream that comes in different forms for everyone but this one is mine again and again this scenario will play out in our dreams it s an inescapable metaphor for the low life in all of us we are in love with our own paranoia and always in a struggle with our love of natural beauty and the temptation of wretched ugliness again and again we put ourselves through hell