Suddenly we are staring at one of the apisculptures that stand at the back at the  cave . It shines its  vide  smooth facefront or faceback at us, while  abeille ,  peigne , and other proto-bodies cluster out of focus behind it. Lit by  lumière  borrowed from all the bulbs that didn't go out when they should have, when their fridge doors shut, in houses all over the  monde .     En me concentrant, je peux changer ma forme, et prendre ce corps qui m'a été promis par abeilles dans la caverne.