Your hyper-Euclidean companions disappear as the center clump resolves itself into a distant dense bee tv, which suddenly recognizes the need for new space and stretches its perspective out in an attempt to cover the screen again. Plastic wrap across the image surface, a new form of lens of tiny thickness but great subtlety, embraced by all the hipster tv bees. The tv rotates until one facet pops up to cover the screen and as suddenly bounces back down to the near void. There it becomes center of a void-triangle defined by three other ordinary tv facets.     The X-shape led, and my old self followed, flying through the darkness on the bee television, that miraculous shape given me by the bees, and now being taken back by them.