rake a path in the salted sands. unanticipated images appear in the patterns. who is it that holds the rake?

a mouse speaks to you through a crack in the void: you hear a twittering but realize there is much much more. the voice is your own voice. the words are the words of the void.

turn off your iPod and listen to the crackling sound of a short circuit. Your mind will fill in where the copper wires fail.

and all of this I heard first from Titus--I heard it though he was not speaking at the time.