Panorama

Once in a while, the world gets trapped inside its own existence and creates something that it doesn't know what it is. An ecosystem forms from the matter which this generates. The matter becomes sentient, silent, two-dimensional. Then it branches out, dipping its fingers into the other nine dimensions -the tiny ones which curl in on themselves. The kind which exist only in the expansive post-conscious time of dreams, and noise, and death. Here the animals exist. They always exist, even when they are not being thought about. They are doing many, many things of which no one is aware. And they are unconcerned by our relative existence in the land.

Look closely.