and she told him to look closer to look again and take in how the whole world was but unconscious mathematics and vacillating chains of numerals and atlas pillars of purified accounts and ossified symbolics and a crush of codicils and how people walking became data-impregnated screens with illuminated ciphers sliding across their shirts and cheeks the truth behind the image and the pretty colours as they ambled through the street markets and in all she was not lying so he stayed in her small flat .