Maya paused. The camisades sounded plausible, but she couldn’t recall having ever worn so much as a centimeter of optical fringe ribbon. "Brett, we’re going to need some props for the session. Something to inspire Josef. He hasn’t worked this way in a long time, so we need something very atmospheric, something very...well, very Glass Labyrinth , very early-Novak. Josef Novak was always very big on the inherent poetry in things...on that very strange intense poetic thingness that certain, uhm, things possess...You have any real idea what I’m talking about here?"