A bee-tv pops out of... you? and drops down towards the  sombre . we have to assume it is heading in Jacob's direction. Images of the  télé   abeille  are stamped on it, each picture shining in a different direction. A  radio   cristal , tuned to a  seule  channel, one voice in the  oreilles  of a thousand  yeux , all those  yeux  mounted maze-like on a  seule   visage , the  visage  of one  abeille , the one watching watching  Jacob  these days, this moment, right now as the season changes and midnight becomes noon.     Je voulais utiliser les abeilles pour retourner au Jardin d'Eden.