Monteverde Cloud Forest reserve, Costa Rica
Lewis, my captor, I’ll have you know that morality is under my gloves now. Good for you. I have noticed how red it is in any light, regardless of bulb intensity or fractal limits. “I am a degenerate.” Wait for the red light to say it. I shall wait for the tone. Are you still speaking to me? Or have your radio waves become as impersonal as a one-way bridge in the slanted sway of trees?