If you can relate - you understand. If you can't - you don't. The world is really just one giant collection of overlapping Venn universes: some are big, some are small - and some are very exclusive.

A glimpse into my dreams. Trumpet players are on a skyscraper rooftop. They start playing baseball sans gloves. A little girl appears, chases after the ball and goes over the edge. I think about following her - but instantly wake up with this thought.

I started HBM as a unique way to historically document the "end times". But now I wonder - do we even deserve to be remembered? Is there at least one person on this planet worth saving?

I've had this one planned for quite awhile. Technically speaking ... it is an alien "invasion" theme. I do love me an economy of words. Especially when they are obtuse. And succinct. At the same time.