Dali Krab: Alternate Genesis by Craig Synder / 2006 In the studio, while the coffee steam rises to rafters overlayed with sagging webs of dust... It moves, weighing just a tenth of a gram. Sampling the air, it scuttles towards the artist. A hairy toe is exposed through a frayed sneaker-tip. It moves. Closer, DNA in the air from the toe makes it squirm. It mounts the toe in ecstasy and bites with a micron-sized tooth of gleaming enamel. It ingests. It assimilates. Vision of a sagging clock. Dali shifts his foot and the crab is dislodged. It is growing. "Father." Not a voice that Dali can hear. In the wide world now the Dali Krab makes its way down a secret tunnel. The OTHERS close in. All touch feelers, exchange information with clicks, pheromones, claw movements. But they cannot assimilate Dali as he has. They sicken and board their craft in haste. He is outcast. Follows the heavenward trail of the star drive with unfathomable bulbous eyes stuffed with newness, with ART.