the landscape is concentrated inside 
        the rectangular cavern
    of Kelly's mind... 
     if the escaped convict's helmet is 
    a metaphor for all readers,
        all viewers,
        there is no longer any distinction 
    between internal and external readerly space at all. 
    The helmet is merging into the landscape
which is transforming into dream. 
 Both within and without are in states
    of 
    becoming-other.