The  explosion  repeated, folded up on a piece of  espace  and placed in a pocket of the beetv, who likes to collect such moments. Often, at the end of the  jour , the  télé , resting upsidedown on a  sombre   plafond , or tucked into an abandoned  peigne  (or gently resting against the bones of your inner ear) will pull out these scraps of moving space-time, and stare, watching the action over and over again.     Pendant que je marchais, la télé des abeilles me montrait les sites d'explosions passées, ou de celles du futur.