The Great and Spacious Building

Commander, I understand the urgency, but I would implore you to not kill my vibe. "Live resin" like this is a delicacy, and I would like to be in as good of a headspace as possible while getting blitzed.

"If you don’t succeed in articulating your suffering in a well-defined structure, you’re fucked. Suffering will eat you alive from the inside out until you have had time to write down whatever it is.

Structure is the only way to avoid suicide. And suicide solves nothing. Imagine if Baudelaire had succeeded in his suicide attempt when he was twenty-four.

Believe in structure. Believe in the old metrical forms, as well. Versification is a powerful tool for liberating the inner life..."

Wile E is chasing Roadrunner as usual when they encounter the wall of holes

Roadrunner zooms through the crowd and into a perfectly Roadrunner-shaped tunnel

Wile E tries to follow and immediately crashes into the wall

Looks around and sees a perfectly Coyote-shaped tunnel nearby, and climbs into it

Cut to a nightmarishly distorted, twisted Wile E emerging from the opposite cliff face. He takes several steps, bouncing and wobbling like a slinky, holds up a sign with letters that are also distorted into unreadable gibberish on it, and collapses into a tangle of furry spaghetti

Pan to Roadrunner casually standing nearby next to a still-perfectly-roadrunner-shaped tunnel exit, which is the only normal-shaped tunnel exit on the entire cliff face

Roadrunner sticks tongue out, beep-beeps, and vanishes in a trail of dust