WHAT...? TOST...?

 

Sometime before memory, before language, before we had a tail to lose we strove and seethed in soup that bore (somehow) the fish, the bird the ape and…Tost..? ‘The red or the blue?’ asks Morpheus dealer, fate sealer ‘your choice brother, red or blue?’ Take a moment, still your mind allow the binaries to fade and slide with us into a fifth dimension where appliances transcend the reactor, the insect and the amoeba swerve shockingly into sainthood, where the soul is a fount of inexhaustible energy, the chimp will consort with the squirrel and death will have no dominion.

We choose what we want but in our bones somehow we know the choice is always false. Red or blue, together we slip into the singularity.

Señor Tost is a seer and a true believer. Go ask Alice.