Sometimes the dreams do not just happen at 
night and sometimes they are in the shadows. Sometimes the people
do not speak. It is lonely and strange here but it is strangest
in the shadows. In the shadows there are faces that seem 
unfamiliar and contorted and often distorted. 
The mind seems large and bloated and difficult to 
control. Underneath the streets is where
the insects go to feed. Sometimes an aphid or centipede 
will cross the shadow line and learn something about
himself that he did not know before. Before the knowledge 
comes the obsession and then the confession and 
all of the feet must be washed in the 
blood of the lamb. All of the citizens and the salamanders
and the centipedes from the sewers parade through the streets
towards the chaple where even the salamanders know that 
they will experience an altogether different kind of catharsis.