[timsh21]
timsh was now lost in the desert of screens. Having wandered far,
into screen within screen, from his original position, he was sure he
could never find his way back to the original desert of braelig. He was
unconcerned about it, because braelig was the place of his exile and that
was where he least wanted to be. The telescopic library of screens was
infinitely rich and timsh couldn't imagine ever wanting to find his way
out, if indeed there was any way out, if all the worlds and possibilities
were not contained within the labyrinth of nested screens.