the dark and certain curtain before the replica of nourishment

there's a lot of white space and it is no longer godlike because performing magic on the carpeted hallways has limitations. things are getting lost. another inside joke, like the time they found a poisonous spider behind the watercooler. how's that for symbolism.
my dreams do not refer to literature. they do not sound funny or exotic, when described. but in them, everything is backwards. color does not have emotional content and can be experienced in all of its glory.
the fish are always elusive, their soundtrack forgettable; composed of bright dots that are really grains of rice that are really bones colored like the contour of a cloud.