It is written in dried tea leaves,  caffeinated call signs, a faint cry from a fast-approaching future wherein Weird Fiction projectiles emerge as cine-molecular miasmas once again!   Erupting within the interplanetary, interdisicplinary, intersecting sound and sights of the Interplay.  September 18th at the Hipbone, and as is so often fabled, it is unfolding from the depths of that forestal haunt known as Portland, Earth