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All this time, the bee television was active inside me.

I received pictures from the bees.

	Cotton clouds appear suddenly in the sky, held there with double-sided tape. Official mourners stand on the ground underneath, trying to find faces in the smoky shapes that drift apart. After a while, nothing is left, and attention drifts across the otherwise completely blue sky to the intercontinental contrail of a commercial jet, way to high (and off-course too, what's a passenger jet doing over this test-killing ground?

31:45

Fission:

During these desert walks, Jacob feels the bee's mirror-tv at work inside him. One evening, pausing on return under the flag at the trailer park, Jacob sees through the dark and the flag to a new world, filled with oscillating shapes that are the bodies of the future dead. Splitting into endless numbers of pieces, they have become self-contained parts of the auto-generative language brought by Cain out of the Garden of Eden.