I always thought Strieber's aliens kind of looked like my father's mother. When I was a teenager I used to think my father's mother looked like an alien. So when I think of aliens I always see my grandmother standing in her living room next to the swivel easy chair in which she sat and watched TV (she liked Mannix) and ate roasted peanuts and drank gin and tonics. I don't see her seated in the chair; she is always standing next to it.

I was wondering what an alien might wear. I decided it would wear something like the green and gold brocade of the sofa of my grandparents (upon which they never sat) and though the brocade doesn't (or didn't) resemble the gold brocade of BigSofa it is close enough.

I can't imagine an alien zipping up its clothes or velcroing them on, and since Betsy McCall style paperdoll clothing with little tabs would fall off, for your convenience I just plastered the green and gold brocade suit on. This seems to me appropriate. I can imagine an alien's "clothing" being a part of its alchemical physiology. I think aliens and their attire and spaceships are probably very much like math. Everything is math but an alien spaceship is like math without the static the ordinarily-perceived physical world is plumped with. It's like the bare bones, the essense just beyond those alchemical numbers. It's the Bauhaus of cosmic architecture.

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Just a suggestion but you might want to pretend Mannix has been abducted and on the spaceship has roused himself out of physical paralysis and is holding the Alien in Bigsofa Fabric at gunpoint.

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