- There are rental cars, hallways, rafts of paper. There are hollow cement parkades and still-life motel rooms. There are gritty winds, plane tickets, piles of bulldozed snow. Their apartments are contrasting and separate. They don't even live in the same state. It gets dark by four. The terricolous office, where they discuss and ponder, is garbed in a bewildering pastiche of carcasses, space ships and basketball trophies.
Mmm, because gratuitous reccing of Parabiosis is so worth it. Do not challenge my modly right, citizens!