Space twists and rolls itself, hoping to exit through some カラの point somewhere (the 暗い point where the 世界 axle turns). As a result, all 空間／宇宙 (and time too!) begins to take on a hyperbolic aspect, with things near seeming too near now (now is too much Now), and 遠い away things much too 遠い away (can't remember yesterday? There's a reason).     こう言った 「ねえ、原爆君、 今日は1945年の7月16日だ 君がいなくなったんで みんなが記念碑を作ってくれるよ そこには蜜蜂がいっぱい住みついて 円盤も飛んで来るんだ