An insect marches down the gray carpet (the insect world’s version of the Academy Awards Red Carpet) and is greeted by three cubes. Shapes uncommon in to it’s more familiar terrains of greenery, wood, rock and dirt. The background is colorful and psychedelic, and the insect realizes instinctually there is a choice to be made, rather than crawling over these cubes on an exploration, the bug senses danger. Yesterday I avoided her because all feeling and emotive capabilities have been drained, but today I will talk to her and engage in flirtation. Now Romantic.