In the land humans no longer visit, the forgotten gods attempt to extract themselves from the sediment of time. Somewhere out in the distance they hear Schrödinger cat meow, as it searches for more radioactive isotopes to devour so his fur continues to glow. In the meantime the cat is mesmerized by a green clad woman dancing with hula hoops. He wonders is there is a causation between the velocity of the hula hoops’ rotation and the increasing scent of brimstone.
