text: for a moment everything was clear and when that happens you see that the world is barely there at all don t we all secretly know this it s a perfectly balanced mechanism of shouts and echoes pretending to be wheels and cogs a dreamclock chiming beneath a mystery glass we call life behind it below it and around it chaos storms men with hammers men with knives men with guns women who twist what they cannot dominate and belittle what they cannot understand a universe of horror and loss surrounding a single lighted stage where mortals dance in defiance of the dark