On my musical adventures I found David Bowie.
At the end of an alley in Belfast he was looking down an out so I decided to share a moment. We posed, we laughed.
'Remember the dream?' he said. 'I do' I replied. I became lost in thought going back to the moment we stood on that alien world.
Mechanical horseshoe crabs wandered around as Bowie attempted to torture them. All the while he proceeded to ingest books by placing them in a cavity where his stomach should have been. A monster of knowledge. On his way out of the quicksand.
