"Crusty little fucks, you can't see them, like dust mites, except they have more in common with termites. The molecular desire that forms pockets of sediment-being all throughout your interiorized self is constantly eating away at the oncoming narrative space. It doesn't do this in an external, linear way, one that you can track successively from point to point on a sequential line. Sure, there are points where you sense that the vehicle one uses to gravitate toward other scenes is just that, a vehicle, like this car, and soon you'll be at your destination, but Destination Cynthia Kitchen could very well just be another extension of non-linear time in the narrative space that fills up your dreams. This is how Nanoscript programming works. How do you feel?"