Broadcasting a transmission, out and into the ether, live from the stage, from the microcosmic amphitheater. On the shores of the river, the audience lingers, sculling the wake in skiffs. The station operators cluster about the temple’s fells, and shivering slightly ankle bells. Silken flutter and spinning narrative web around and about. Puncturing the atmosphere, the dome, with a message of varying clarity, but a promise. The signal from the crystal set claims to herald from Yialmel …
… But from here, across a barrier, through a window or a screen, in a dream, receiving the transmission with a diode sheen: