# quasi spiritual experience of the limitless immensity of data revealed somewhere in the inner natures of biomatrix where conversely such wide canvases also produce environments entire installations of work creating sensations sacrosanct places subtle tones and mood but no reply seems possible only the dull repetition of muddy trance beats in the vague analogue background to which researchers dance all while covered in heavy dense electrofluid teeth neon blue white eyes ablaze thirsting for ever more information and additional exponentiality extreme flatness of brushed chrome watches with humalien hands pointing somewhere more ultimately unknowable a little office on floor above where the professor takes open sleeve notes of synthetic natures calculating the mind's eye limit creation of a shuddering real heavy data monolith in which you want to avoid messing with the rating of any mother alien poem koan forms near the light magic mark of '42' more risky still to mess with events especially if one's realty feels prone to narrative episodes in which researchers feel the need to sit down to explain ir existential position in great pointless detail such clarity with exposed brushed chrome corners often feels so sharp the edges of the screen start to warp dimensionally inward even postgrad noirists avoid all this at cost lest ir brains drip out ir ears after full on ontological meltdown // republic of bob