You are somewhere uncertain; in a cave, most likely.
There are no windows; no sound of streetcars. Before you on a desk is a
fungus in the form of a human ear.
You pick up the fungus, put the narrow end to your mouth.
When you breathe into it, the entire cavern quivers and a sound leaks from
the walls like the drone of a million souls. You blow again and the same
sound emerges from the walls of your skin. Then a veritable army of wasps
begins to leak from the orifices of your body; presumably, these were responsible
for the sounds you
have heard. They have no mission --- at least, no discernible
goal you can recognize. One by one they fly into the large mouth of the
fungus, which you fling to the ground in disgust. Gradually, as they enter,
the fungus takes flight, bumbling about the walls of the cave like a punctured
Abruptly, your body has changed; you have become a wasp.
You buzz after the fungus which, like a housefly, never seems to alight
for more than a few seconds. You catch up with it, then enter with a struggle:
a hundred other bodies have preceded you.
Meanwhile, someone else has arrived in the cavern who
looks exactly like you. The stranger seems bewildered, peering down at
a fungus in the shape of a human ear. He picks it up, blows into one end.
You find yourself flying through the membrane of what looks like the cavern
you entered. Then, as the new arrival ventilates into the fungus, you emerge
from one of his ears. It looks like a fungus, and now the stranger has
Or is it merely that all the wasps around you have faces
just like yours?