Waiting at the edge of  nuit , just at the places where the program ends and the commercials are about to begin, sits the  abeille , a small toggle switch between narrative and  espace . It waits and watches. In the 1920's, some colonial visionaries dreamed of a time when an airplane could  voler  from Tokyo to Manchuria powered by an energy source the size of a regular-sized envelope sealed shut and bulging with a 30  page   lettre  sent by someone you'll never see again.     Car ils étaient les morts, et Vengeance était leur vie.