A report from your intrepid Metaphortean correspondent on current events of relevance to (((WFT))), as this ficto-quizzical milieu is ever more alembically attuned to the skies this month:

While Portland, Earth reels back in splendorous springtime weather, it is elsewhere raining cats and dogs.  More mesmerizing still are the Fortean falls of objects within Wisconsin’s borders, and the near simultaneous ricochet of videographic shadow forms criss-crossing the networked cosmos.

Psychic bombardments plummet to Earth, authorities determine it is not space junk, this time.  More mesmerizing still is the looming prospect that these are derelict theory objects, ideas cooked up by the global brain some time ago, antecedent mental transmissions accumulating just outside of this Earth.  Likely cast forth into the noospheric yonder in the dawn of dial-up.  Returning now, the boomerang(e) of future influence upon the past.  As the saying goes, amongst the ballistically inclined, “be sure of your target–and what is beyond it.”