In the space between stations, out there in the static, something is coming.

There's a bit of a tension worked out in this image. The next set of images basically depict the flight of an insect  – (a 'lacewing') while in the distance a pair of lights gets closer and closer, eventually filling the page and presumably colliding with the insect.

But there is a secondary interpretation to these images that the text allows us to make – the message is coming. But we can't see from this, whether the message is symbolically carried by the lacewing (coloured green, just like the wave, just like the quanta, just like the radio stations and the tuning needle), or whether what is coming is actually the light.

Does the message reach us, or is it annihilated by the light? Is the light the message? Is the lacewing the message? We can't know, and we can't know whether the final message is that the urgency of the journey, the toil of the message across the universe, is over, is done/undone.