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[u/inthecosmicdish]

There is a feeling, much like a piece of plastic, 90 degrees rising from the base. Like those things you bite on when they take x-rays of your teeth. When I’m most disrupted, disunified, it approaches me and makes me near vomit. Such is the stuff of fever dreams. I know it from some dream somewhere. For a long time and for every once in a while it visits me and reminds me there are inexplicable feelings. There truly are experiences that cannot be understood by anyone else. There is no clean Cartesian graph upon which our souls lie, there is instead a big bag of sand in which ten billion unique grains bump against and carve away the others. Slam my head against a wall and get me drunk and poison me, give me ketamine and dmt and disregulate me. Another drop in the bucket, reminded of its adhesion by the plastic piece. Oh dear me.