Everything turns inside-out
Now there you are, standing in a meadow of what for you should be
beautiful flowers but all you see are the roots of hundreds of buried
flowers. And, in the center of the roots is a man-size crow hanging
from a pole. You think long and hard. What do you
do?
At the same time you think that, the world around turns inside-out.
Everything that is except you, for that would be quite a messy thing
to look at.
