Somewhere deep in the snowy Two-Way Mirror Mountains, beyond the Valley of the Mystical Contemplation of Worldly Demarcations, on the Peak of the Weltanshauung Breakdown at the top of the Conventional Wisdom Divide, where ululations of the wind are mistaken for human misery, and nothing moves, marks, or signifies in the Umwelt but the pomegranate eye of the blackbird…
