His dark veiled face. down there on the cave floor, he follows Doppelganger Protocol, and though he would really like to think of something else (right now he feels pressing memories of a random dinner... fish, noodles, while living birds dive too close to his plate, all tinged by the smell of pizza from another part of the restaurant, half-masked by cheap tobacco and the whining smell of his flattening beer)... he maintains discipline, and wills himself only to think of his other self, lying flat on the brass bed back at the Garden of Eden. The two people, both of whom are him, dream each other into (or is that out of) existence.     From the bed of my birth to the bed of my death, and beyond, I would travel with the bees to find the person I was meant to kill, on a planet inside the earth.