Surrounded by darkness an unfamiliar comfort is sensed – a primordial comfort, a disembodied comfort, a stasis.
The show is about to begin.
Lights of the spectrum shimmer in a quantum order – not linear, it all happens at the same time, and as confusing as it should be it isn’t. It is as it should be. Unfocused, slowly becoming focused, familiar places. Familiar faces. They do unfamiliar things in unfamiliar ways, pathways of possibilities unexplored, viewed through a disassociated lens.
There is comfort here in the discomfort of the unfamiliar, a board game beyond dimension. Things happen – things that some remember to write down, things some do not.
A flickering. It is gone.
I am awake, snatching at the lost fragments of dreams.