The living twist-soul repeats itself, within itself, in a recursive song of sequenced still images (all of which seem to us to make a  film ) On reaching temporary completion, it begins to unfold again, showing the bands of the Planet of Television on its surface. Here time becomes space, and the fish swim deep.     J'ai voyagé jusqu'à l'arsenal, et permis à mon âme de revêtir sa vraie forme.