--- W A X W E B --- { 1:00:31 / 1:25:00 } --- { Bees : Cellular Level } ---

That afternoon, out of the dark machinery, one of the dead of the future arrived.

	At the bottom of the throat is the stomach, entrance to which void is signaled by this supermarket sign, made of boxes so small and fine that they must be made by the same porcelain manufacturer responsible for the china ballerina on the bureau of the bedroom at my grandparent's house (who, too, are lost or missing in the dark now, years later). That dancer never moved either so well or so mechanically as these spinning boxes, whose invisible mechanism for movement is a marvel lost to makers in the ordinary worlds.

1:00:31

Bland Shapes:

Having been to visit the bees in their strange habitat, Jacob expects that they will visit his body's world as well. That afternoon, a variety of blandly threatening shapes approach him with an unwanted familiarity. Jacob feels that he knows or could be these things. Wisely, he ignores them, caught up in the sense that walking will take him right to the person he is meant to surprise, while never thinking what will happen after he finishes that small task.