Just got back from walking Peretz, chilled through, that cold front wasn't joking. Maybe this is all the dream of a tribal elder exposed on a mountaintop, it would explain a lot. Pity I won't be coming back to tell the little ones of my glorious visions. Everything is stark lines and dull discomforts, being an agent of general semiosis and conduit of the five realms isn't all it's cracked up to be, never mind, never mind.