what’s it like, to like be like a mollusk? silent 

networks, straining bits through the fine mesh, 

waiting for the correct molecules to be 

interpreted. By chance, capturing idea from the primordial soup. 

mussel as mind, as sea [--] great Fortune.

breaking down cellular structures, makin’ things 

smooth, like soup(s). ‘cuz that’s how money, 

and spirit, travel. old streams forming 

thoughts and matter into islands

spending time in a Las Vegas hotel casino is cosmic. 

with a vista from a temp. controlled room, 

windswept and void, already Ozymandias. 

there’s a lot of waste here, a lot of shit – buffet food funnel through 

participants like seawater through the bivalves. here, you can see 

things in their past and future states, simultaneously – we can travel 

through objects, without leaving our seats – a metabolism of time –, facets 

of the infinite.

On the way here, mirror 

displacements and a tower 

of boiling molten salt, 

Prophesized by an artist who channeled another 

civilization into another era – the Yucatan, space 

and time collapse, spiraling.

but y’know, there are many false Alephs, 

he says, as the bird flying towards the beacon becomes a flaming ball 

of light, Atomizing.

the Honda Accord in the rear-view mirror on the 10 Fwy possesses a 

dual-tone pink/blue hue, is  the setting of the sun.

Parodies might be things that become known to 

themselves, in like blinding flashes of light – 

Ultra clichés, currency set ablaze, 

semblances fizzle, vaporizing.

an old couple next to me on slot 

machines, like two clams filtering in the 

sea, sitting, waiting for this drama to 

unfold - To like take part.

Kirk Kerkorian (here even names are parodic), owner/major 

stakeholder of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer pictures, moves the pictures 

company into the gambling industry. Garbo and Gable, 

even Pascal make appearances but are 

bathed in a more geometric light. 

(interior, night)

The guy sits at a wagering table with a stack of blue clay tablets. This weight 

forms a reverse flowing channel, backwards 8 thousand years 

to these ancient forms of exchange. 

[He renders himself a transparency, like a wave, indeterminate - a 

living currency -, like a mollusk at sea … ]

Sincerely, Ben Tong, 2014.