The monkeys told me I’d find you here. Here, where there is no yes, but only no. Here, where the ceiling is the floor after all, and yes no, up is down and down is up. It is true. The monkeys were right.

The snail told me to look for you here. Here, where everything is sloooooower than before. Here, where solids squish and liquids harden under your touch, and gases can be seen and felt. Here, where fuzzy is clear and easy to see, but easy to see is difficult. Here, where nothing is known.

The ants spoke and said you’d be here. Here, where nothing is wrong, and nothing is true, only guessed. Here, where I am. Where we are together.

The elephant said you would be looking for me here. Here, where nothing is found. Here, where only I can feel. Here, where everything speeds up at my will, and stops when I die. Here, where you are void. Here, where I am alive.

Here, in my mind.

The monkeys were right.