“The main thing to understand is that we are imprisoned in some kind of work of art.” – Terrence McKenna
A fable of the post-modern southwest.
Tesla disappeared on the night of her prom. Depending on who you asked, either she was abducted by a strange monster, eaten by her classmates for prom dinner or has become a brainwashed hostage of a radical underground group.
What more could anyone want or expect from the culture that brought you the delights of the summer of love?