Chapter IV — Beyond the Sun

Past one thousand metres the surface has nothing left to send. The vehicles change — atmospheric suits, then submersibles — and the conversation with the water becomes more formal, because the alternative is a different kind of formality.

One journal entry, four places that exist at the limits of what we have the vehicles for, and four organisms that make their living without reference to whether we are watching. The Vault of Hours sits in the middle of this chapter as the place to which the chapter is, in some sense, addressed.