Ketamine 4 - Unsettling Calm

There was only an instant in which I was confused, for once I entered that azure abyss, created by creations of my own, I knew where I was. Dark and silent, the mindless current had walls so smooth and pure that describing them with such miniscule adjectives would be to blaspheme their true qualities. Indescribable things, heretofore taken for granted, were unwrapped as a gift unto and comprised of myself. The most profound, and coincidentally only, thing of all was a single clock. A watch face floating on an unalterable yet unbearably gentle course parallel to mine. I looked to it at first for a desperate reference to my old reality. However, as I watched it, there were to be observed a thousand hands, moving both forward and backwards, combining and dividing in manners so incredibly arbitrary that they became a mesmerizing pattern. I have full confidence that it was a malicious and sadistic clock, because as soon as I was as perplexed as possible, it simply floated away at an angle which gave the feeling of a nose in the air. Once the clock had drifted away, there appeared a nebulous menacing thought in my mind. It was wholly uninterpretable and inconceivable, but it was quite real. I saw, in the distance, or what could best be described as distance, another cerebral orifice through which I was intended to pass. Much akin to all the aforementioned experiences, there was a certain haze to everything. The hole grew nearer, or I grew nearer (perceive whichever you prefer as it was an inconsequential comparison of states), and I saw nothing on the other side. As if to answer my frantic plea for substance, there came an abrupt alteration in the universe. Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 03:51 PM PST   0 • 10