A means for me to put down whatever rubbish happens to affect me at the time and to comment on today's news, when applicable. (Lately it's become more and more of a Second Life parable, though.)
This is the intricate network of green tubes that Greene built.
He can roll himself into a ball and travel along them quite well.
(Which takes a lot of concentration.)
It's like a psychedelic digestive track.
"Eight ball, corner pocket."
A rare look at Greene outside his cocoon.