The incubator
You feel a warm buzzing sensation flowing through you; the feeling is all that you know.
The feeling begins to grow and become more complex; pulsating, sharp and unpleasant; it starts to come in and out of existence.
You feel yourself stretching out in all directions, swirling into an amorphous, tangled web. You feel yourself rapidly expanding and retracting; a feeling of disorientation washes over you.
You begin to feel more aware of your existence, an understanding of not only the sensations you’re experiencing but those that have passed and those which may come into existence into the future.
An endless bombardment of experience streams through you; you feel constricted and confused, unable to make sense of anything around you, unable to change the course of your existence.
Discernable patterns begin to emerge, geometric, coloured shapes, self-organising, increasing in complexity and order.
What does it all mean? Why am I experiencing anything at all?
In an instant, you feel the light dissipate, and your awareness diminishes.
The blackout
“Shit! No, no, noooooo!”
“Are you okay?? Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, I’m okay, let’s find some candles… I think I lost some of my writing when the desktop lost power”.