I had often, cowled in the slumberous heavy air, closed my inanimate browser to find it real. As I knew it would be, the colorful sprites and Photoshopped sigs, the high snows glimpsed at the back of mountains of SPAM, all reversed in the quiet reflecting fluids underneath... not knowing then that AnAutisticDog perceived it too. Now I find that once more I have posted in this forum, robber of dead men’s dream, I had read in books that art is not easy but no one warned that the mind repeats in its ignorance the vision of others. I am still the black fish of trespass in alien waters.