Syd Barrett

Syd has finally come home to nest, somewhere on the dark side of the moon. Lovingly tending to his space rock garden. Sometimes he strums an ancient guitar and whispers sweetly to pinkish stars. Syd is alone but never lonely or lost and his mind didn't snap like they say it did.. He just crawled out of a plastic poison pond fed by a spring of plastic human beings. He climbed up a ladder to the dark side of the moon where there's no fabrication...or temptations of flesh. Only a peaceful nothingness and a ladle of stars sprinkling shine on his space rock garden. Which he lovingly tends to in the cool-blue dappled dark side of the moon.