Vibrating lines run down the infinite surface. Broken tracks weirdly on white connect to cartographic planetary rhythm. Appearing and disappearing, scattered in the present vortex. Planes full of motion jump madly and pulse. Wired forever in the mesh of this mental-flash. Spheres rotate, terrestrial signals draw us away from extravagantly mapped fantasy. They ask us to calculate answers to more questions than we’ll ever know how to ask.