The seasons in the lines of your face can’t make their mind up. A young boy and an old man compare fingernails, and fill up an barrow with what they find beneath them. The predawn heater sound resembles the inside of a jumbo jet cruising high above the clouds over a dark ocean. Make sure to stay hydrated, you’d say. Currently in this condition aloe vera is one of your closest friends. Later your luggage is carried through customs hanging from overgrown fingernails, before you glide out to Mt. Solitary, noting the hieroglyphs of the entwined brown snakes writhing below, simpatico to the hair now growing over your ears.