Tex, Koid, Flex, Oid, Duroid, Flexsan, and Duro

0Everything (he kept saying) is something it isn't. And everybody is always somewhere else. Maybe it was the city, being in the city, that made him feel how queer everything was and that it was something else. Maybe (he kept thinking) it was the names of the things. The names were 01b01i00tex02i02b00 and frequently 01b01i00koid02i02b00. Or they were 01b01i00flex02i02b00 and 01b01i00oid02i02b00 or they were 01b01i00duroid02i02b00 (sand) or 01b01i00flexsan02i02b00 (01b01i00duro02i02b00), but everything was glass (but not quite glass) and the thing that you touched (the surface, washable, crease-resistant) was rubber, only it wasn't quite rubber and you didn't quite touch it but almost. The wall, which was glass but turned out on being approached not to be a wall, it was something else, it was an opening or doorway--and the doorway (through which he saw himself approaching) turned out to be something else, it was a wall. And what he had eaten not having agreed with him.02br
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00Would you please help me understand the above words? --- tex, koid, flex, oid, duroid, flexsan, and duro02br
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00Hiro0-