He thought of the Scala Marinara as a vertical line: from the surface scum (a plastic bottle, a sunbeam) down past the twilight zone (eyes as big as dinner plates) into the midnight zone (silence that has never heard a human voice) and finally to the hadal zone—trenches deeper than Everest is tall. There, even the notion of “up” became a kind of nostalgia.
He understood then the final dimension: the one that contains all others. It is not size. It is attention. dimensioni scala marinara
He said: There is no bottom. Only more scales. He thought of the Scala Marinara as a