[timsh20]
timsh floated through the desert of screens of images and as he approached
a screen he entered it and the image extended. The perspective had changed
and he was now in the world of the screen. This new world within
the screen had screens within it, and so this desert was an infinitude
of screens within screens tracing the possible narrative outcomes of timsh's
dreams. timsh was no longer panicked, no longer sorry to be lost in the
desert but rather pleasantly overwhelmed by the plentitude of characters,
landscapes and storylines depicted on the screens of his childhood dreams.
Forgetting the trauma of his exile, timsh made his way curiously from
screen to screen and casually observed the places and characters in the
infinite library of screens.