Jacob is walking and looking up. Vegetal strands of the lost world jungle look down at him, barely aware of his walking speed, but perhaps a bit frightened that velocity has entered the cave in his shape. Monkeys and other sorts of spirits blink through the rock darknesses that separate the fractal stone fronds. Somewhere, bread is baking, and the future awakes, past all this entangled undergrowth. Got to get home.     They weren't directly visible to sight. But I knew they were there.