(cave of the Horned Serpent)



20 brown paper candles, 5 LED headlamps: the cave glows gold & blue. Tonight the cave-mouth will open to the alignment of the winter solstice sunrise with the moon, Pluto, and the Galactic Center: a unique doorway in space and time.

But R has been hiking 12hrs in the snow strapped to a gargantuan pack filled with way-too-heavy recording equipment, breathing like an astronaut in his rubberspace suit. He is now exhausted, lost in thought, absent. JP's crippling chironic wound is once more ignited. Soon he is burning with a sense of failure as the mission collapses.

Candle papers on fire, smoke fills the cave... The lunar module of our Apollo adventure crashes to the ground.