captain mission returns from europa after a few days wandering it's narrow streets and lane ways, exploring the dimensions and elements, tasting the foods and supplements, in narcosis and never lasting moments between he sees the faces of the inhabitants, all singularity stylish and vibrant, he sneaks into cinemas to watch the counter revolutionaries, he falls into extreme baguette reality where they are dealt out fresh and tasty every narrow minute some new delight inflicted upon his sensory system, equisite chocolate, ice cream, korean meals in space ship restaurants, magick bookshops and underground music, he meets dave gravy a famous melby musician, a man with a nice safari suit and moustache, he embarrasses himself by not really knowing who david gravy is, stuck in a moment he can't get out off, he connects with his lost friend daryl, synchronised and intuitive mind swap paradigm, we follow the healing path of spirit, we are transmuting and mutating, i offer the city some cds, paving the way for the new one, snuff music is coming. captain mission meets a traffic cop called tyrone who plays drums to the dinners, tyrone is taken by mission and wants to hang out, e mails are exchanged, numbers swapped, a little cabaret preformed for an audience of one, she is beautifully shy yet also lit up like a xmas tree. green onions starts playing somewhere, a sword fish is born to eat and all is well in the kingdom.
down in saint k, deju vu has shifted the landscape, no more junkies and whores, no more destitute patients tripping the mind fantastic, no, it's all been cleaned up thankfully, nice trendy shops and cafes, people look healthy and young, the music is killing joke covered by a teenage torch singer with a narcotic voice, softness exists here where in my memory it was hard and rough and slightly edgy long time ago.
there's a moment where the blossoms fall and i watch from a tram, it's a moment in life you wanna freeze, it's a moment that proves divinity, it's a cartier bresson point and it's good to have moments like these, i'm lucky i have an infinite bank to fall back upon, to catch me when i fall, i share them, there's enough to go around. my feet hurt, i'm fatter than i was before, europa is a gastronomicon grimoire, it's spell crafts are tasteful and tasty. i'm home.

i am home now, sitting here listening to the wind, letting the sun stream along my skin, the birds sing quiet songs of joy and i think to myself, what a wonderful world, how strange to look back at a point in life where you saw the future and it is now.