1	The Fields of Elysium »
The gnarled tree leans precariously, its twisted branches reaching for the tall wheat as if to brace the bent trunk against the swaying grain. The crown of the tree has been split by lightning . . .
2	Abandon »
When the Tower fell, the thirteen stonemasons tried to arrest its collapse with their hands and bodies. For three times twenty-two generations, their families had been slaved to laying stone, and they knew nothing else . . .
3	An Age of Exploration »
Today, a part of me begins the long journey back to the States. While my quest into the jungle is complete, my work is far from finished . . .
4	Horizon »
The horizon is the edge of mystery. We do not know what lies beyond it, and it does not matter how high we reach into the sky, we cannot see beyond that rim . . .
5	Leaf »
My mother used to press leaves. I would find them in my father's heavy medical journals. This may be the true source of my fascination—unrealized, unspoken, these many years . . .
6	Persistence »
FROM: igotgills@... SUB: The Persistence of Memory . . .
7	Secret Code »
"Do you remember our secret code?" . . .
8	Bloom »
The plant itself is an ugly, twisted thing. Its stalk is ridged and knobbed like the wart-covered skin of a desiccated toad . . .
9	Paper »
The page doesn't have to be blank, does it? You could write something mundane on here. A shopping list, maybe, or a note . . .
10	Rain »
FROM: heron74@... SUB: Rain . . .
11	Window »
"I've never seen Paris like this. All these lights . . .
12	Persistence »
FROM: terminalx@... SUB: RE: The Persistence of Memory . . .
13	Persistence »
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[2]: The Persistence of Memory . . .
14	Persistence »
FROM: igotgills@... SUB: RE[3]: The Persistence of Memory . . .
15	Persistence »
FROM: heron74@... SUB: RE[4]: The Persistence of Memory . . .
16	Persistence »
FROM: radio_free_engineer@... SUB: RE[5]: The Persistence of Memory . . .
17	Hanged Man »
The scarecrow holds the key in its red right hand; its left fist is closed tight. The key, even with all the warning signs placed along my path, still tantalizes me . . . [art]
500	Blue Bird »
Maurice Maeterlinck's L'Oiseau Bleu premiered in Moscow in 1908, and has since become part of the collective substrate via the memetic transference of the bird of its title . . .