outran my soul
Jun. 24th, 2019 10:10 pmI'm back home. More than twenty-four hours after my flight landed, and I am still debilitatingly motion sick. I mean, I've always been highly susceptible to motion sickness. When I felt like the bed was vibrating under me the first night at my destination, this was to be expected. It cleared up by morning. Not this time! This time, by god, my body is prepared to go on strike indefinitely.
To make matters weirder, this evening I've been experiencing déjà vu like you would not believe. Just a constant bombardment of my psyche by intense and completely fabricated recollections of the current moment. The moments are meaningless in and of themselves. The echoes they seem to contain, however, create an impression of significance entirely out of proportion with their reality.
So what I'm taking away from this is that I somehow outran my own soul on the flight home, and now my essence has become displaced in space-time. I am, I can only assume, currently vulnerable to demonic possession. My flesh vessel has been left unguarded and unoccupied. If I end up provoking an apocalypse or something, my apologies in advance. But don't say I didn't warn you.
To make matters weirder, this evening I've been experiencing déjà vu like you would not believe. Just a constant bombardment of my psyche by intense and completely fabricated recollections of the current moment. The moments are meaningless in and of themselves. The echoes they seem to contain, however, create an impression of significance entirely out of proportion with their reality.
So what I'm taking away from this is that I somehow outran my own soul on the flight home, and now my essence has become displaced in space-time. I am, I can only assume, currently vulnerable to demonic possession. My flesh vessel has been left unguarded and unoccupied. If I end up provoking an apocalypse or something, my apologies in advance. But don't say I didn't warn you.