Stars from fireflies can be a new template for visionary dystopic daydream. Who would have thought that basic deviation from slow-styled secretion is likely to create such furore among the punk-edged cyber lunatics and the chain currently identified as 'notoriety from the Wild North - machetes and mayhem from Sosjsanka'. This form of break-neck death production is in sync withe the falling snow and gathering angst on those cold shivering times. You can not do much other than ploughing the snow to clear the driveway to swerve your car to the nearest grocery or gas store only to find that inches of white snow has grown thick in your thirty minutes of absence. The feathers of the thick jackets are slowly flying careless in the stagnant winds and God knows who is adding air to their wings. Maybe God. Maybe the last exhale from the birds who went on to lay their lives for your warmth, or the corpses slowly germinating in your backyard, without giving off any smell, because you were too busy ploughing your front driveway in this hazy blizzard.