Disintrusion. Every action of little monk seems to be itself and an image of itself, as tho he were always standing above a bay of glassy water. In the shady side lounge he found 'isself. Best of all 'ee was found on the only couch in the room, monk's preffered mode of repose. monk looked up where the most interesting objects were. chandaliers of stained glass, endless audio cable, turning lights making neon moonbeams in the haze 'o the room, oscillating unstable ceiling fans, everything moving back and forth again to the constant waves of sounds, walls of vibration, bouncing front to back again like an office scanner, and dancing about all this complexity were tiny faeries, buggy and dusty but glistening like rubies and chattering in their  breathless clicks and shudderings.