It’s like sinking into the sky on the other side of the Earth without going through the whole thing first. It’s like floating into the earth and the sky at the time, becoming a line not a point, pluming the depths and ascending the heights and then branching out like a tree, like a plain tree, like a huge bush intermingling with every bit of the earth and the sky, and then it’s like every one of those bits isn’t just a bit of earth or a molecule of air any more, it’s like all of them is suddenly a little system of their own; a book, a library, a person; a world… and you’re connected with all of it, ignoring barriers, like you are a brain cell deep in the grainy grey mush of the brain all closed in but joined up to loads of other cells, awash in their communication-song and set free by that trapped machine.
