This is called fiction in mother's night garden wet with sun. After Cora dies, it all goes blooey. Angels are heard to weep every fifth sentence. At the Desiring Vine - after Elizabeth Willis He who hesitates always gets lost. Postmodernism disrupts tradition.
Shadows passing through imagined pavilions are less than a loaf but better than none.
We stage the event in an infinite circle where the towers of imagined pavilions are indelible, mortal, and eternal. Caught within an infinite circle, everyone gets a video erection - indelible, eternal, and immortal. History lacks mass media protection. When everyone gets a video erection, a video condom constructed of lead provides the needed media protection from graphic images, living and dead. Graphic images, living and dead, grow in the postmodern video garden.