Scenes

The trees rustled in the breeze, making him think of the gentle precursor to an alien invasion.

Cars lined up like beetles queuing for bread during a time of rationing.

The tall imposing street lamps feeding off the scattered thoughts of the humans who walked beneath them.

The Flags of Nations sending their secret fluttering codes to their comrades across thousands of miles.

Gazing at a picture of an ancient temple in Abydos, escaping into the computer screen which is a conduit through time and space.

And the day, being inconsequential and just like all the rest, melted away in a fugue of numbers, data and the physical manifestations thereof.

A small pile of coins on the corner of the kitchen table... A grass-stained blue and white quilt, half in/half out of the box which once contained a suitcase, which was not quite delivered in time for the holiday... A grain of rice on the hob...

Lost in The Game. Killing, slicing. Lighting, 3D effects. Story of revenge and betrayal. Unlocking secret extras.

Whirlpool of toothpaste, sucked through encrusted tunnel, embarking on journey through darkness, chaos, violence, culminating in assimilation into Ocean of Essence.

Sleep.