Igor Mischiyev

Silver Surfer   the overlap

This episode tells of ths simultaneous perception of the Silver Surfer. in a single instant he appears in many cities around the world. Different architectural structures overlap, making the picture increasingly unrecognizable.

Silver Surfer	Do I dwell in a sea of self-pity? Life and strength still flow in my veins and the power cosmic still is mine!
narrator	On his silver board he soared in the sky, which the sun will soon fill with light, alone and lonely is he the Silver Surfer.
Silver Surfer	I am the center that does not exist, only in the geometry of the abyss.
narrator	He is the arrow of dreams nature. Realizing himself in flight and neutralizing himself by falling to the ground.
narrator	The Silver Surfer simultaneously reached the contemporary period of time, during which he experienced the temporal duration between a state of emptiness and the melancholy of the surface.
narrator	In the parallel flight during the intervening time, while the Silver Surfer finally arrived in a space between two architectural units, he also in the meantime synchronized his way before and after he realized that he had to soar over the occurence of synchronous flatological intervals
narrator	In the meanwhile something made up of a number of parts that were heldtogether in a particular way, joined the surface which occured at the sametime forming a distinguished outward appearance of inner matters.
Silver Surfer	Why is my board slowing down? The Silver Surfer and the board are one. I can fly faster then light, the motion of time itself is too slow for my cosmic speed.
narrator	He was devided into the endless yesterday, endless tomorrow, resting only on the apex of what is happening, a wall with many windows, yet no longer a house.
narrator	The interrelation of the principle of organization in the architectural entity accompanied by the glimmering layer constituting such a boundary.
Silver Surfer	My head is racked with searing pain, such as I have never known. It assails me, assaults me, engulfs me. The universe itself has become a seething sea of suffering.
narrator	Meanwhile he was in a well without walls nonetheless as slippery as walls could be. He was the center of everything with nothing all around.