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- Apr 17, 2020
I will begin:
Walking alone on an empty dark road. suddenly, headlights come up over the horizon. Like this.
Brightly lit plywood room. it smells like saw dust and blood.
Higher dimensions*.
All of the countless unexpected things my brain may possibly conjure up or force me to see, think, hear, feel, fabricate, remember or forget during the moments just before death when every neuron is panic-firing and shutting down.
*edit for clarification: Mathematical Dimensions, not the science fiction concept of another plane or reality which is a situational misnomer
Walking alone on an empty dark road. suddenly, headlights come up over the horizon. Like this.
Brightly lit plywood room. it smells like saw dust and blood.
Higher dimensions*.
All of the countless unexpected things my brain may possibly conjure up or force me to see, think, hear, feel, fabricate, remember or forget during the moments just before death when every neuron is panic-firing and shutting down.
*edit for clarification: Mathematical Dimensions, not the science fiction concept of another plane or reality which is a situational misnomer
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