Wilson is in the library installing (aka playing with) the light-box Nërp has made for him.
Obviously the first thing he did was to write rude words, but now he's settling down with it.
Byron is not with him because he's had another of those tantalising dreams in which he sees a lot of amazing art – sculptures and installation pieces mostly – but as soon as he wakes up he can't remember any of them.
He told me that as soon as he woke he sensed them disappearing from his memory one by one…
He's having a doze on the sofa in hopes of something coming back to him, so he can make it himself and become a famous and successful artist.
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