Now administering third-eyed drops.

Welcome back to the transmission, my friends.

I hope you are sensational.

I would say that I'm feeling especially liminal,

especially mid-portal as of late.

You know, the weather is changing.

My creative flow is changing and evolving,

which means my headspace is as well.

And I don't know.

To me, it feels like the world at large

is doing its damnedest to break through some kind of pupa,

what with all the geopolitical and cyclical thrashing going on.

Either that or perhaps the thrashing is actually the thrashing of its death throws.

Let's hope that it's the former.

Anyway, point being transformation comes in many shapes.

And sometimes it doesn't seem like an evolution is happening.

It just seems like a tragedy.

And that may sound vague, but it dovetails into this mind meld with the great Android Jones.

I'm not going to elucidate why too much here

because I establish it later on in the intro.

But I will say he just suffered a huge loss recently

when his art studio burnt down the building,

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