
I suppose that it is made up of... well, what it has to be made up of. Fragments of desire, I suppose. Hands, Octopus stuff, and so on. But I really don't know. It is a fractal, somehow, with some seriously flawed mathematics in it. And so, I feel, is Life.

Some would call it a dreamcatcher. As long as one is free from nightmares, daily and nightly, I'm fine.
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