first there is a row of human flesh. and then the row of moving membranes. and then the row of vessels within vessels, and the row of porous thoughts which encircle the thoughtlessness. within the thoughtlessness: not darkness but red translucency. against which there is nothing, arranging life – the porousness threads the layers together as a tapestry. first there was a tapestry, the details in ascending perspective. then there was the depth, the color, the texture. then there was formation of figures, shapes, lights, then there was motion implied in the emotion of the figures. against which there is nothing.