as usual unfinished, unpolished, first thing that came out of my brain one night!
…that familiar rushing in the ears, and the distancing
between myself and time. Responses slow down, reactions wait a moment more than
they otherwise might. There is no imagining it, I slip out of this reality and
in to a close neighbour. Objects pick up on it, and become a little further
away from me than they were. Phones stop working, televisions turn themselves
on, the consequences of dimension hopping. Technology hates the waves you make
as you break through the surface. Everything
moves a bit slower from this angle, but for everyone else it all keeps rolling.
So they all speak at hundred miles an hour and move in a loud blur. That’s why
it’s good to stick around other people doing the same thing. You all move at
the same pace. It gives a new perspective of time from here, you appreciate how
fast it travels, how little of it you have and how quickly it is running out.
It gets you thinking, what to do with the bit you were lucky enough to end up
with. People rush by, trying to beat the next deadline, trying to arrive
somewhere before they have to try and arrive somewhere else. They leave a snail
trail in their wake, a snapshot of themselves drawn in to the scenery as they
go. Watch it for long enough and it merges in to the background, like trees or
grass. Always moving, always growing, but no one notices because they never
stop to watch it. The people lose meaning. Just living out their time, peaking
through their window to see what their lot is. There are always choices. You
chose to be there. I am choosing to be here. Merging with the blur is easy,
practically mandatory. It’s opting out that’s the challenge. Differing from as
opposed to differing to. Those in the blur want to be in there. They don’t
understand why I don’t. They want me in there, and have the power to force me
to get in there. If I didn’t want to then I would obviously be crazy, wouldn’t
I?
Suddenly it’s an hour later, and everything catches up with
itself. I’m left a little giddy and sleepy, but lying horizontal is not an
option so I opt for stimulants and pain killers. The pills cure a head ache I
didn’t know I had and the spinning wears off with the sweet black liquid I made
from bitter little grains of brown. The coffee isn’t great but at least it’s
free. The clock on the wall permanently says 11 o clock. Suddenly a bell rings
and a line forms, so I get in it. When I reach the front they hand me a cup
full of small solids. I swallow them drink the rest of the coffee, and before I
know it I feel that familiar rushing in the ears…
