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A bee-tv pops out of... you? and drops down towards the dark... we have to assume it is heading in Jacob's direction. Images of the tv bees are stamped on it, each picture shining in a different direction. A radio crystal, tuned to a single channel, one voice in the ears of a thousand eyes, all those eyes mounted maze-like on a 一つの face, the face of one bee, the one watching watching Jacob these days, this moment, right now as the season changes and midnight becomes noon.

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	A bee-tv pops out of... you? and drops down towards the dark... we have to assume it is heading in Jacob's direction. Images of the tv bees are stamped on it, each picture shining in a different direction. A radio crystal, tuned to a single channel, one voice in the ears of a thousand eyes, all those eyes mounted maze-like on a single face, the face of one bee, the one watching watching Jacob these days, this moment, right now as the season changes and midnight becomes noon.