that book put little pinhooks into the corners of me, and then there's the wrenching. Pyramidical scales and shapes to come. Ah. You ever been inside a funny egg, pounding on all the walls trying to get out? Except where's the eggbits? It's globby and all over, it's mushy, you keep tripping through and feeling all groggy like it's a sleepdream except you're awake.

I don't know. This temperature is skewing.