flying up above it you can see the time cells in all directions. little walled gardens with trees and grass and life and clay roof shingles on their little villas and the people look just like ants, moving through the honeycomb through the little doors in the walls. moving in all directions.

but sindra why are they moving in all directions if this is the time STREAM? shouldn't they all be moving to the beat of the same mean ol' drummer like a slave ship with some grimy guy in a dark robe with a sickle grinning at them with bad teeth?

well NO it is not like that. like i said there are the encodings in the cells and if you read them some just shine like a happy place and based on each one its a clue and gives you hints. but many people do not take the hints and that's why there is so much movement to the unhealthy cells like the burned ones or the dried out ones or the dead ones.

that's why betsy the black bird is teaching me to read the codes. a lot of them you might not even notice but once you've got the feel for it they just start showing up everywhere.

"cawwwww!"

when i was little i had a dream about being a diver in the ocean. swimming around a colorful reef, a shoal of bright fishies darting by. then i realized i didn't have any scuba gear on, but i was breathing just fine. because there wasn't any water in the ocean! but everything still had those rich colors, like the inside of an aquarium. when i realized i shouldn't be able to swim if there wasn't any water, i woke up.

buzzing around the cells in the time hive is a little like that, but somehow i'm keeping from waking up. like you're swimming in a medium that doesn't exist, or is just so natural you don't notice it. as a result, everything is hyper-clear. it's the most beautiful planet as far as i can see in all directions, gridded out like a giant honeycomb. parks and forests and mediterranean villas. 

well, not all beautiful. i see a section up ahead and to the north that looks darker. as we fly closer, i can see blighted trees, and smoke, and rubble.

"cawwwww!"

betsy the black bird says not to go that way. she veers us to the west.

i hadn't ever noticed before, but all our individual moments gots little id codes on them!

i mean, there's lots to tell the time cells apart, like all the scenery :-p but if you know how to look for it, there's little clues woven in. that's how you know you're in the right one.

now, you're probably saying "sindra, isn't that creepy? like some mark of the beast level shit? bar code tats and all that?"

nah. not since i seen it in the TIMESTREAM (whoa!)

so, yeah, there is a whole lotta trickery in terms of how you wanna spend your time, and it's real easy to just buy it off the shelf and not even read the label. that stuff'll kill you. in the forever way.

but i'm talking free range, baby! i slipped out of the package and out of the whole dang supermarket. but even out here, there's time org, man. that's why they're all encoded. otherwise everything'd happen all at once and where's the fun in that?

"cawwwww!"

and there's my bestie, betsy the black bird. probably a crow.

"comin' betsy!"