It was as if totally unrelated things had been mashed together to create reality.
Different climates and faces and scents mingled in a state of general confusion.
I knew this once. My fingertips feel rougher. More fluid, less connected.
Unraveling. Disconnect. No glue. Pinwheel galaxies boing like tumbleweeds between my cerebral hemispheres.
Dizzy dizzy dizzy dizzy. We all fall down. Comprehend the uncomprehendable.
These things are not totally unrelated now. I made them mesh. I made reality. My world. My fingertips. My fall.
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