Forgiving the blesséd absence of time in all the folds twixt between realities, The Dumpster Buddies rolled into so many moments, twixt so many rambling nano-particles, their unlighted flight was never to end, yet end it did. Like the arrow that, half distance travelled, half again, never reaches its target, so these men, or so called men, did half to half receive no closer feeling to the one that said ‘you have arrived’.
The holy article, so permeated into the dumpster that night, the companion to carrots and that elusive ham sandwich, was none other than one Multidesk, thrown out by one single of many infinite Rejuvenators in a fit of anger at his reality. Such was that reality, and such the many folds twixt between the realities, that the desk arrived in the dumpster vulture’s paradise, their home.
So now – be it a dream, an image, a focal headland through all infinite-nature’s peninsulas – those brothers fell to another median time, middle place. Removed from their dumpster world, twixt between the folds they tumbled. Arriving past the half distance travelled, to land, ironically thus, in another dumpster in that other Earth, that planet Earth, our mother Earth.

“This surely could never be, for want of a better phrase: home?”

“I do believe dear brother tenuous that some homes are more real than others.”

Speaking thus, as together was apart, The Dumpster Buddies set quivering columns of flesh and bone on mother soil. Sol did vividness in requiem exclaim ‘I have witnessed unto this globe these as yet unknowns.’ And so - for to reclaim set superposition to truth, set quantum fluctuation to absolute – those brothers grasped mother soil at once, set foot outside the microcosmic dumpster. That holiest of relics; that languid resonance of unreality - the Multidesk - was known to rest, alone, in jest, and at no request, in that dumpster, that mess. The mother sky spoke out on so called men whom mother moon had never shone upon, would never. The day was young, the fate bound in one leap to afternoon, for fate convexed this god damn glorious day - this mother morning.