In the original sense of the word protocol, there is a sticky core: it refers to a glued book or, more specifically, the glued sheet of a record, with a chronology of the document and information about the author. This is at the beginning of the book but is glued in last. Hence the tendency towards mockery - in all its belatedness. There is the stickiness of internal fixation, which demands constant rethinking, and there is the unforgettable honey on the shoes, in the pocket, on the fingers, reminding one of the careless moment of its spillage. This too can be seen as a protocol, even if not read. Or let us take the body as a protocol of our lives, for the passage of time to which we are subject. Let us take honey as a protocol of the bees' flight and as information about what they can just still reach.