A building skeleton, made of stacked plane layers, twirling in a counter direction. It slices the dark. Probably a ball-bearing factory (for infinitely thin-skinned, hollow-formed ball bearings with faceted surfaces, just right for the machines that must run in a world like this).     . . a hive of words that articulated as streets and avenues, office buildings and windowless apartments that I flew through like a dare-devil. .