Jacob  is walking and looking up. Vegetal strands of the  perdu   monde  jungle look down at him, barely aware of his walking speed, but perhaps a bit frightened that velocity has entered the  cave  in his  forme . Monkeys and other sorts of spirits blink through the  cailloux  darknesses that separate the fractal  pierre  fronds. Somewhere, bread is baking, and the future awakes, past all this entangled undergrowth. Got to get  maison .     Elles n'étaient pas visibles à l'oeil nu. Mais je savais qu'elles étaient là.