• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 08

The alchemist[s]

Here we go again, the transformation of self in another trip, in another dream in search of the whole, the anima, the Freudian Jungian karmic kaboodle. With webbed footprints across the soul a fragile scaffolding was constructed. Mermaidian ebbing and flowing, a murmur in the fog then onto the earth. An aquatic solitude could have been the place but the restless one came a-shrieking and a-squealing: 'So foul and fair a day I have not seen.' Oh believe it, seeing is believing.