Occasionally I get lost in things.. really lost. It hasn't happened since I read House of Leaves, and that was in 2001 I think.
During these times the universe becomes nebulous and everything seems to phase out.. and I'm unclear about whether everything becomes strange or rather just is in a very corporally monumental fashion.
It's quite peaceful in its way, with a palpable lack of concreteness.
Perhaps some form of meditative state.
And a part of my mind knows things.. it knows I have to clean my room, find a job, go swimming. But it just smiles at these desires and lays back.
But this awareness.. this pleasant drifting.. it becomes a soft form of paralysis.. and I just drift drift..
drift the river down.
During these times the universe becomes nebulous and everything seems to phase out.. and I'm unclear about whether everything becomes strange or rather just is in a very corporally monumental fashion.
It's quite peaceful in its way, with a palpable lack of concreteness.
Perhaps some form of meditative state.
And a part of my mind knows things.. it knows I have to clean my room, find a job, go swimming. But it just smiles at these desires and lays back.
But this awareness.. this pleasant drifting.. it becomes a soft form of paralysis.. and I just drift drift..
drift the river down.
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wolfmystique:
Have we decided what were doing on sat?
minkos:
comming to Korova tonight?