Gliding lugubriously through a series of disjunct labyrinthine corridors the walls throb with olive-gray moiré patterns. They hang precariously in the endless void of the screen, where there is no up or down forwards or backwards not into or out of, only deeper and through. A beige teeming mass appears briefly, a vaguely corporeal yet alien nebulous shape. As if a threshold has been crossed, a pallid abyss floods the void and the mass returns more prominently to fill the screen. If it was not apparent then, it is now, that it is comprised of a puddle of gesticulating bodies in thrall of the mass yet one with it.