A page of writing, possibly inscribed on a tablet of gold. It speaks of the soul, and of how we are all puppets of the gods. Descartes...?

Two trees turn their backs on each other and move apart, leaving a cold and lonely gap in the forest.

Geordi La Forge enjoys a holodeck adventure set in the rough-and-tumble streets of LA circa 1998. He'll pop a cap in you, yo.

Was it hunger for the Ring that brought the tear to his eye? Or just a passing memory of the warmth of sunlight on his skin?

A car tiptoes gingerly along the hot pavement, back arched like a wary cat.

Two drunks argue violently about quantum uncertainty while a bottle of whiskey spills slowly into the dust.

Three children are lost in the woods. They are keeping their spirits up by having a picnic, but there's no food. A bear watches.

The popular song, "Teardrops (Keep Falling On My Head)".

Words, words,words scamper across the page, their capitals howling for attention, howling out "I AM SO LONELY! SO...ALONE!!!"

A recursive chain of pencils, each drawing the next, in a circle.

The Pope remains a Catholic, even in the woods.

From the sky, the aliens would see the holy peanuts. From the ground, we saw only long lines of rocks beside the stream.