Recent Memory #3

I am in my bed because I have started going up but I’m not sure exactly how many mushrooms I have eaten but all I know is that I ‘don’t like things anymore’. I try to read a book by Chris Ware, but all the comics are sad and I feel the sadness too much and everything is moving too much. 

I text Vika that everything is crazy and I feel uncomfortable even though I’m in bed and that doesn’t make any sense. I text that the light being emitted from my phone is intense and it looks/feels evil. I apologize for not liking my phone anymore. 

I put the book down and put the covers over my head and I close my eyes and a million thoughts and audio bites and sounds and memories wash over me on a neon grid. The neon grid keeps changing shape and color and sometimes it is a hole, sometimes the exterior of a massive digital worm, sometimes a gate. I am perpetuated through all of these things as I have no control over my motion.

I open my eyes a crack and I notice that everything goes away. I close them and everything starts. At some point Greg comes in and he is still laughing and makes sure I am okay and I say I am cause I am but only when everyone goes away and I just go back to the perpetual tube inside my head. Then Vincent comes in and he is laughing cause he is normal and I am being silly but I know I am silly so I don’t find it offensive. 

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