The ever-enigmatic Shinatama creeps back into Dream Catalogue’s present, mired in shadowy mystery and carrying with him a USB flash drive. “Upload this”, he says. I plug it in, and the journeys that my mind takes me on are more beautiful than I could describe in words. Rainy highways, at night, and at speed. Not much traffic. 8:42PM. The rain against the windshield, the AC on your face, the feeling of being in this moment forever.