Mycelium

You've reached amrood's subterranean level, down here, the hyphae run wild, and spread beyond the site's confines; here, the detritus decomposes, and the worms flourish ...the worms that gather in the darkness and surround the world with the power of their lives while from the dimlit halls of other places forms that never were and never could be writhe for the impatience of the few who never saw what could have been... oh. uh. please excuse me, something overtook me there. probably nothing.

And as a critical note on the employment of the mycelial metaphor, i refer you to Natalie Cecire and Samuel Solomon's essay Mycoaesthetics; or, Why Mushrooms Can Never Run Out of Steam.

In my orbit...

Webrings...