“Bound within the labyrinths and convolutions of an insight that borders upon the limits of what the mind may apprehend from silence, the inability to translate his knowing of this creature directly into anything yet communicable, compressed and trapped him. And from this pressure, this rhythm of frustration, a force emerged — and became, itself, a fountain, a volcano… of seeing… its skyward pulses lifting him above the trap and all that was familiar — and in response, as he pursued his quarry, he began to eject small, fiercely shining jewels from the momentum of his chase. These, in their strange trajectories, somehow illuminated the anatomy of their catalyst, that leviathan, moving in advance of his most careful progress. By these lights he tracked and knew its forms as it struggled to dissolve into shadow and most silent dream before he could weave some stable semblance of its likeness from the mysterious remains of its constant disappearances.”

— an a i