The strings of destiny, rolling up lives in fast forward motion from the
back in reverse, like a spiderweb, where the faulty particles got lost
in erratic corridors and catapulted in a chaotic ball of mosquitoes over
a muddy lake. all back to the centre and eaten up by the big spider -- a ghastly moment, when you put a bun in your mouth, and a fly starts vibrating on your tongue... Am I dead?