Overnight the world went fake Everything has been replaced With pale imitations Gray reflections The food has no taste Surrounded by automatons Programmed not to see what's going on Cheap props and flimsy sets A tired plot and bad effects…

I pinch myself but I don't wake up I cut myself but I still feel numb The drugs The drinks It's later than you think I starve myself but the weight won't lift I beat myself up and I can't stop it Then you appear Tell me what I need to…

In the grim town where I was born There was not much to see The only thing that shone was the girl named Mary Lee I tried to win her when I was a boy with flowers and smiles and wit She looked away or looked annoyed She would have none…

We’re closed now Keep off My land The plains turn to sand That’s what the wire said I hear trains coming Smoke in the sky Lines in the sand That’s what the wire said Ghosts of voices Chant numbers and code Steel lines in the sand…

Lazy day in Vegas She just appeared So elegant, intelligent Grinning from ear to ear She had that killer style Looks that turn your eye I liked the way she rolled When I asked her what her name was She said “Tumbleweed, They call…

In the grim town where I was born There was not much to see The only thing that shone was the girl named Mary Lee I tried to win her when I was a boy with flowers and smiles and wit She looked away or looked annoyed She would have none…

Walking alone in late February Thinking on friends I’d lost John and Sean and Christopher Ryan, Ian, and Mark Some of them fell to fever and drink Some to women or song One of them made it to the good life But all of them are gone All…

From the Chill Productions "Planets" project. What it feels like to fly through Saturn's rings, into its atmosphere, and back out.

Read the Stanislaw Lem novel. Memories sometimes have lives of their own. A vast, intelligent ocean.