I walked downhill through the conglomeration of all the earth’s systems, through an oily, peristaltic intestine, along damp walls where an intense and confused life appeared: grubs wallowing in cells full of cilia, red globules gathering in vessels full of varices, but everything was so pallid, ghostly, washed-out, that it seemed more like I was passing high relief carvings on the tunnel’s organic kaolin.
