words like road turds, words dropping from your mouth like bird droppings, weird wide wild words we will watch. You not. You can barely speak. You are as trapped inside this structure as the words you want so desperatly to utter and yet cannot.

some like it hot, sometimes not, makes no difference to me, nossir: sometimes i enter transparent environments, skeletal corridors which extends along impossible topographies, creating some sort of vitreous ambience, ribbed right overhead like a titanium dinossaur, with bones made of alien alloy, olla allay! i shout i call i say, but no echo, no bunnymen either, nothing bounces back to me except silence.

at least that´s what it feels like, an ark, an enormous, gigantic, a stupidly infinite hell of an ark, the mother of all motherfuckers´ ark, an ark that encompasses all the universe in a genewolfishly way with the slightest hint of robert reed but that instills you down deep your guts with a feeling that you may be as well be walking in the interior of a stapledonian structure, a leviathan made by superhumans from your future that in some strange way that you can´t even begin to imagine (what the fuck, isn´t that the way all weird stories begin, anyway?), and so it happens that you walk down its its petite niches, its small aisles, its large corridors, its immense storage areas (or at least that´s what you think they are, you can´t possibly know that, all you know is that this must have and end. It must also have an explanation, but you´ll settle for an end if it´s possible. But you know that´s just the beginning.