How the fractals can entrance a man as he stands there, watching, watching, open lungs and a smile which arises unbidden upon his lips; he embraces this life with the skin of one unaccustomed to the human touch— he is watching, so enraptured is he, he stands there and soaks the cold touch of daylight that gathers slowly, slowly, now is now—what will come will come.
What can an empty shell do but sit and wait, and there is…