This is not a moth.

Nothing here is real.

Names are masks, and masks are vanity and disguises. Words are symbols, wordplay is magic, intent is manifestation.

I had to dream us all a rainbow...
I could've sworn I saw the sun pass by
I had to dream us all a rainbow
But when I woke up in my rainbow...
Was just a bruise on the sky.
(Nellie McKay, "Bruise on the Sky")

Wake up, sugar sugar,
Come down, smell the coffee,
Drink your fears,
Taste your problems.
(Artificial Joy Club, "Crawl")

Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind.
(Kansas, "Dust in the Wind")