[Sharpie on reclaimed cardboard digitally collaged over manipulated photo with digital embellishments and color.]
"Ground Control to Major Snake! Your circuit's dead! There's something wrong!" said the radio, but Snake couldn't hear through the buzzing in his ears... (Snakes don't really have ears, either, but you know what I mean...) His space walk...I mean, space slither...was supposed to be routine, but then the TUNNEL appeared... A white, swirling vortex just a few dozen meters from the hatch... And from just beyond the blinding white glow of the tunnel, the sound of buzzing, like a swarm of bees, in the endless, cold, vacuum of night...
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)