"“An uproar of matter, darling, rising into the pale. Rolling. Evaporating even, a great vision. The area of transition between the world and the pale is called porch collapse. Imagine a grey coronal mist, cold vapour, marked by spores of an opportunistic microorganism – a mould that’s adapted to grow at the edge of the unrest. It’s… It’s difficult to describe – or even measure – something whose fundamental property is the suspension of properties: physical, epistemological, linguistic…”

The pale works pretty well as an allegory for what’s going on inside this guy’s head, right down to the part about spores of an opportunistic microorganism.