The earliest recorded documentation of this experiment, though there might have been a few prior attempts, as the lack of an initial sketch on record seem to suggest.

The pain is skin deep

The skin is peeling

The wandering ones

Will come around

No one can touch me

A touch can be fatal

The time is right

When it comes around

Let’s meet in between the micro moments

In our time machine

There’s too much radiation

Backyard radiation

Vision is curved

A new immersion

Boiling it down

to look around