is coming home ..................In October, I heard voices soft fur...........................in my mind - whispering things warm milk......................that I never would whisper. the sound of water.........I thought it was hackers in Palo Alto. rain................................I told the therapist. cold water......................She made some notes on her pad while I talked. blood stains....................I thought they had figured out how to crack into our minds, and I was worried. brown grass on the hills... "Regulate this technology," my mind whispered to them. a flowered dress.............."Legalize this technology," they whispered back. a glass of beer................. sleep............................... background noise............ low flying planes............. intermittent pain............... the smell of green grass.... warm sun on the rocks......................... a red front door................ cold cereal........................ working............................ making things.................... a white shirt....................... making love...................... the children laughing.......... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... the pine trees overhead...... walking............................. riding................................ THE ROAR OF DESTINY EMANATED FROM THE REFRIGERATOR. Hatched from an episode of post traumatic stress syndrome, simulating mental breakdown with an interface that dissolves and reassembles, this hypernarrative in progress combines "flooding" of memory flashbacks with a heightened awareness of background noises and an inappropriate intertwining of significant and insignificant life details.