there is no art in this only the dross only the raw material what can come from this there is nothing here but product potential product joanna feels sick to her stomach she does not like the quiet dark the close quiet dark of the basement she 's always been a bit claustrophobic never liked to get too close she can feel the walls closing in around her the darkness opening wide its jaws its silver teeth flickering with saliva its mouth preparing to swallow whole all that she is she picks up a piece of paper and begins to read .