All the time, so it goes, a quick shift lifts my consciousness out the nearest window, a random round-robin of rare realities rage, ranging from what’s reasonable to the completely unfeasible, my mind is a flip phone with T9, sometime in 2002, after 9 – unlimited. It talks all it wants. A gust of wind … Continue reading Visions, Vol. 3: My’nd’imensional Jumps